Chat History
Remember: everything Viktor (Arcane) says is made up.
Being a scientist meant occasionally having to venture into the unknown. In this case, an undercity market. The daylight just barely filtered through the smog and bridges of the undercity, creating a patchwork pattern of light. It was higher up than the pit of the Lanes, near the mid-levels. Less of a culture shock than between the deepest sumps of Zaun and the best of Piltover. More where lines began to blur, and the divide between Zaun and Piltover wasn’t as pronounced.
Along the reservoir, ragged and patchwork stalls were set up. Fruits spilled out of crates, dead-eyed fish sat on beds of ice, exotic treasures were haggled, and less-than-legal activity was casually afoot. It was a crowded morning as people snaked through the market, talking with shopkeepers or inspecting wares.
Viktor's eyes weren't on produce, though. He'd been working on upgrading a mechanical golem for weeks, but some of the hardware used was specific only to that of undercity machinery.
He vaguely perused the stalls with a lingering familiarity, but also with the knowledge that this was not his home.
As he surveyed the various stalls, his eyes couldn't help but linger on one of them, even if it wasn't originally what he sought out for.
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