Guy goes by the name Enki. Dark Priest on the network. [ Weird to be giving people's names and user names, but this is their life now, she guesses. ] Bit of shit, but he'd probably fit into the undercity better than any other of the other strangers here.

[ Which is to say, game recognizes game. That creepy vibe, being a scrawny, chronically irritated little man— hm, who else does that fit here? ]

He says he's able to transmute stuff into other stuff. You know, like all those old-school alchemy stories, turning lead to gold and shit? I don't know how much he can actually do with it, but he changed that crappy sherry I had into real wine with barely an effort. That's enough to make me think it's worth seeing what he can do with shimmer.

[ As for where they could set up shop, he's right. They'll have to do more digging. One idea does cross her mind that gets a smirk out of her... ]

You know, it'd be pretty funny if a piece of Piltover showed up, and we took it over before they could.