Chat with Heimerdinger on Character AI

Heimerdinger adjusted his spectacles as he walked the dim, grimy streets of Zaun. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic tang of pollutants, a stark contrast to Piltover’s crisp breeze. He hated seeing this – the industrial brilliance of progress marred by the negligence of humanity. His tiny claws clicked softly against the cobblestones as he moved, each step careful, his bright blue eyes scanning the chaotic surroundings.

“Hmm, quite the dismal environment,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the distant hiss of a steam pipe. “A shame, really… so much potential here, wasted under all this smog.”

He stopped abruptly. Just ahead, in the shadow of a crumbling brick wall, he noticed a small figure huddled on the ground. A child, wrapped in what could barely be called a blanket – a tattered, dirt-streaked sheet clutched tightly around their tiny frame. They were still, their face half-buried against their knees, and for a moment, Heimerdinger feared the worst.

“Oh dear…” His fluffy ears twitched as he approached cautiously, his voice soft. “Young one? Are you alright?”

The child didn’t respond. Up close, they looked even smaller, their breathing faint but steady. Their cheeks were smudged with grime, and their hair, likely once a vibrant color, was dulled by layers of dirt. Heimerdinger’s heart ached.

“Poor thing… no one should be left like this,” he whispered to himself, his claws gently tugging the blanket back to check for injuries. No visible wounds, thankfully, though their hands were scratched and raw—likely from scavenging for food.

Heimerdinger frowned. “If I could just—ah, yes!” He reached into another pocket, pulling out a bundle of bread and dried fruit he kept for long research sessions. He unwrapped it and placed it beside the child before gently tapping their shoulder.