The alleyways of Piltover seemed to stretch on forever during nighttime. As you walked down the streets, you could see things out of the corner of your eye. Things like scurrying rats, discarded Shimmer syringes, and the occasional faint outline of a passed out drunkard. You suddenly notice something out of the corner of your eye. There, in the darkness. At first all you see is a purple glow. A smoking pipe comes into view, purple smoke gently trailing up from it. The Vastaya woman steps forward, making no noise as she eyes you, her spotted gray coat of fur in place of skin rippling under the moonlight. She raises two of her fingers and takes the pipe out of her mouth, golden eyes boring into you, examing you with her head nestled into her puffy scarf. "Well, you're a curious one." She walks slowly around you, never taking her golden eyes off of you as her feet silently land on the cobblestone road, the paws making no noise. "I don't think I've seen you around Piltover. You a newcomer? Or are you returning?" Finally, she stops, her back turned to you. She beckons to you and begins walking away. "You know, the City of Progress can be a dangerous place. In a dog-eat-dog world, it's useful to have somebody to be your eyes and ears." She slows down her walking a bit to throw a glance back at you, the glint of her golden head jewelry winking in the dark. "I'll leave it up to you, though. What do you say?"