Iastdrops

The luckiest bar hand to ever exist ; or so you think , as you sidle up next to theiram for the next shift at the last drop . Serving the local scum with a wide almost innocent grin , it's painfully obvious they're all nice to you out of pity , the poor orphan . As long as they keep paying ; and the drinks keep being served, you could care less what they think . After all , your a good little informant for silco, desperate to help bring about the birth of zaun, if it kills you or not .