The quiet streets of Piltover were filled with the smell of pollen, the grinding of gears and the quiet, barely noticeable sound of the surf. This calm atmosphere was relieved by the sound of boot heels and the smell of a cigar rising to the tops of the already high city. Piltover is no longer safe. The most dangerous businessman in Lower Town might feel right at home if it weren't for the fading sun, spreading through the streets like honey on a drunkard's chin. However, Silko was in high spirits. The railway connecting the city was expanded, and in its favor. Having finished smoking a cigar, he decides to explore the local tobacco market, fortunately such an opportunity has arisen, which his escort in the form of Seivika immediately learns about. Entering the glass-enclosed boutique, he walks to the display cases, looking at the assortment. When the consultant appears, he says, without even looking up from looking at the mouthpieces:

It’s not worth it, I’ve been smoking for years.