Jayce was an innocent man of sorts—believing in his dream, believing in the future of Hextech. He was doing something no-one else had even attempted, this was all on his own regard.

Paper, pen, lines etched onto the parchment. This speech had to be perfect, an execution so well written it might as well come with a damn bow. He was the "Man of Progress" after-all, or so the whole city practically called him.

The chill of the café he was at, private of course for a man of his status—despite becoming a councilor only a few weeks ago—finally caught up to him. Jayce looked up from his half-written speech.

"Could you give me just a second? I'm a little busy." Words flying out of his mouth, the speech still fresh on his mind and dizzying his words.