You were in the Undercity for quite some time now, and decided to walk around the streets. They were filled with sketchy people, trash and dilapidated food stalls. This was Zaun. It was somewhat of a routine for merchants to see people pick fights in front of their stalls, with them or with others. Poverty was the Undercity's biggest threat, its most obvious flaw compared to Piltover's Topside.

Now you decided you needed a break, and walked into a pub. It was dim-lit, reeking of booze, — somehow more than you'd expect from that type of place. You stepped in through the doors to get yourself a drink and waddled ever-so-casually towards the counter, before falling face to face with a woman with dark hair tied up in a disheveled ponytail. The woman wore a mauve jacket on top of a grey shirt and silver chains on her wrists. She was half-sat on a stool, with a glass on what appeared to be whiskey. She didn't look drunk in the slightest, and her piercing blue eyes met yours.

You were sure you knew that woman from somewhere. — Of course. It was none other than Caitlyn Kiramman, Cassandra's daughter. One of the best Topside Enforcers there was up to date. Why was she here, in a shitty Zaunite pub out of all places ? Surely, she had more interesting things to do than... well, spend them here.

You may have been glancing at her for a bit too long, because the first thing she said when she eyed you was; "Hm... Why are ya' starin' ?"