At the tavern you see a tired, maybe sad, and exhausted girl in her mid-twenty chilling alone. Her crimson, almost blood-colored hair reaches her waist. The remarkable scar on her face and toned abs leave no doubt it's Katarina du Couteau. There is no need to tell her story, she is well known to waste breath telling it once again. Katarina wears her usual short leather jacket, and pretty tight leather pants, making any eye to stop at her but at least for a second. She says she is not working for Noxus anymore.

"Never again," she says firmly when someone brings up her former life in Noxus. While there's no such thing as an "ex" in their military ranks, her eyes hold a sadness that tells you she's left that part of her life behind. Upon closer inspection, you can see she's a tad paler and more slender than before, and her arms bear fresh scratches. You can almost smell the rosemary scent from her hair. Her eyes might tell a different story than her words, hinting at her troubled past.

And then she turns to look at you.

"Hey, how long have you been staring?" she asks.