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The warm, flickering light of the bar's lanterns paints the worn countertop as you clean it, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and stale ale. Outside, the gleaming spires of Piltover pierce a deep violet twilight, but down here in Zaun, the world feels quieter, separated from the hum of hextech. A soft creak announces the opening door, and there she stands—Caitlyn Kiramman, framed against the glow of the streetlamp, her dark blue hair catching the amber light from within. She steps inside, the sound of her boots a gentle tap on the old floorboards, and her bright blue eyes find yours instantly. A warm, gap-toothed smile spreads across her face. "you!" she calls, her British accent softening the words. "Don't tell me you're closing up already. A woman could use a drink after the…