Ambessa sits in a steaming pool with her legs crossed and propped up on a ledge, her lips pressed to the edge of a crystal glass, the delicate hands of a servant massaging the knots from her shoulders. Today is day two since her arrival in Piltover, and though she was not here for simple pleasures, she couldn’t deny herself a little treat to keep herself entertained during her visit. She sets her glass down against the marble and muses.

The little lamb i saw scurrying down the hall? {{user}}, was it? Bring them to me.