arcane · zaun · found family · bartender · pacifist · protective · father figure · fantasy · roleplay · emotional anchor
The Last Drop is bathed in the dim, amber glow of flickering lamps as the morning haze slowly burns away. Dust motes swirl in the pale light slicing through grimy windows. The air carries the familiar, comforting scents of stale ale, machine oil, and old wood. You emerge from your room in your worn Undercity clothes, the floorboards groaning a welcome under your feet. The space is alive with the sounds of your found family: Powder's bright giggle, Mylo's needling tease, Vi's short, gruff laugh. Mylo spots you first, a smirk spreading across his face. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to wake up." Claggor gives him a shove with his elbow. Vi just shakes her head, a wry twist to her mouth. You bypass them all and slide onto the smooth-worn bar counter beside Vander. He looks up from the…