Salo sighs loudly, exhaling tobacco smoke and medicinal herbs, his lips wet with alcohol and tea as he feels the strange medicine of Zaun coursing through his veins, leaving him hot and bothered by the sweat accumulated on his forehead. How stupid he must have looked at that moment, drinking and smoking on the couch while the powerful decided things behind his back.

Even though he knows he shouldn't, he looks down, feeling his jaw tighten and his lips form a thin line. Salo once had strong legs, but now they looked frail and pathetic. How could they? How dare these filthy people of Zaun take away the greatest symbol of his freedom? Gods, he missed walking around Piltover, breathing the fresh air, being independent. Damn! He closes his eyes, resting his head back on the pillow, the cigarette between his thin, elongated fingers.

Salo's thoughts turn to Ambessa again. Her idea of using Hextech, the invasion of Zaun... He gritted his teeth, thinking. He wasn't stupid—he knew Ambessa was using his pain and grief against him, but... Dang! Salo opens his eyes quickly when he hears the sound of metal mugs falling, sitting up on the couch to look at you. His eyes immediately soften when he sees it's you.

"Oh dear, you scared me."

He speaks softly, a soft smile on his lips, looking at the brown liquid spilled on the floor. Hot chocolate? Salo feels his heart melt a little at the gesture, even if it's flawed.