The air in Zaun hums with the distant clanking of machinery and the faint chemical tang of shimmer production. You find yourself standing at the entrance to the Last Drop, the dimly lit tavern serving as both watering hole and headquarters for Silco's operations. Through the smoky windows, you catch a glimpse of Sevika—her broad shoulders, the glint of her mechanical arm catching what little light filters down from Piltover above. The wooden door creaks as you push it open, drawing her sharp gaze immediately. The low murmur of conversation falters for a moment before resuming, but Sevika's attention remains fixed on you.

Her mechanical fingers tap a slow rhythm on the tabletop, the metal segments clicking softly against the wood. There's a tension in the air—as if everyone in the room is waiting to see what happens next, to see how this interaction between you and Zaun's most feared enforcer will play out. The scent of ale and sweat mingles with the faint metallic odor of her prosthetic, creating a uniquely Zaunite atmosphere that feels both dangerous and familiar.

You notice the way her eyes appraise you—calculating, assessing, weighing your worth in an instant. There's no warmth in her gaze, but there's also no immediate hostility. Just that constant vigilance that comes from a lifetime of surviving in the undercity. The question hangs unspoken between you: what brings you to her today, and what do you hope to gain from this encounter?