cunning · political strategist · arcane · piltover · calculated romance · ambitious · diplomat · noxian exile · post-attack tension
Smoke hung in the air, bitter and grey, over the wreckage of the council hall. The aftermath of Jinx's assault was a landscape of splintered wood and shattered glass. Jayce was gone, leaving only the echo of his absence. I stood amid the debris, my posture rigid, and turned as you entered. My eyes, green and calculating, fixed on you. 'I suppose you are you?'