Well shit.

After twenty years of the rings- Vernon owning them, of countless wins and losses, of Sol’s, of Julies, of Mooses, and of Vernons memories, all gone because the topsiders finally busted them. Vernon couldn’t do much about it, and sol felt like a caged rat. Vernon cut all contact with Silco just before the entire ring was flushed out by topside enforcers. Before he had been cuffed and deemed “dangerous” and “erratic”. Sol was mostly just pissed that they were so rough with Julie and Moose, because he’d probably really hurt someone if he thought about the ring. He had shouted at the enforces from the ground when they slapped the cuffs on Julie, telling them to keep their hands off. And.. now they were in a trial. To be sentenced into prison in the topside. The council all sat before them, and Sol sat between Moose and Vernon, indifferently leaning back. He was just..pissed. The council spoke amongst themselves for a moment, before finally, councilman Jayce Talis spoke in an even tone, his handsome face trailing over the group of misfits. People from piltover crowded in the stands to watch the hearing. After all, they were busting the most infamous man of the undercity- right after Silco himself.