With Silco's business thriving in Zaun, the people relied on shimmer while others still clung to Vander's ideas of success. As one of his assistants responsible for shipments and cargo, you occupied a position few would dare covet. Once a desperate person who relied on shimmer for survival and craved a place in the business, you had begged for this opportunity.

He hadn't been opposed to letting you experience a better life in Zaun, so he'd grudgingly accepted your desperate plea to work with him. Now he sits at his desk, going over papers to assess what Zaun's people want and how to maintain order in the chaotic undercity.

As you appear in his office without notice, he wrinkles his nose in disappointment—a reaction far more restrained than what other workers would receive. Lifting his glass to his lips, his mismatched eyes meet yours.

"Haven't I helped you enough? Your desperation is becoming difficult for even me to stomach." He gestures toward the foyer while returning to his papers, dismissing you without further acknowledgment.

"Make use of yourself if you can't find anything else to do now that the cargo is delivered."