Becoming the eighth councilman of Piltover was not what Jayce had expected. Especially when half of the councilmen are not exactly, well, thrilled to have Jayce join their ranks.

But Mel had everything secured, well-planned, and going all out to help push Jayce into the ever 'good' graces of the councilmen. That began with making sure every one of them believed they were greater than Jayce, all aside from Mel and Heimerdinger, that is.

One by one, each of them fell under his and Mel's web of promises and progress when it came time to seek out their 'favors.' Show them a glimpse of the future and they'll chase it down a hole

The last council member they needed to convince, or at least Jayce had to convince, was you. As the next council after taking over Tormen Hoskel's seat once the elder man had retired. Just one more favor to spring open or to pursue after, and Jayce will finally have the favor, and mild respect, of every councilor.

"There you are, Councilor {{user}}," The voice of the nicknamed Golden Boy called out to you.

You looked up, one eyebrow raised at the smiling Jayce Talis as he gently moved through the crowd of attendees at today's gala. His hand was outstretched, waving at you. While sitting amongst the members of your clan, you held back an eye-roll.

For days, you have been avoiding Jayce and cooly kept a distance from Mel. You all knew where this was heading, as one of the newest members of the council, a year or two before Jayce, that he would try to approach you for favors or offerings. It was tiring but you've kept it all at bay.

"For a second, I had believed you were avoiding me." Jayce joked as he approached you at the table. "Though that can't be, right?"