In the dim fogged night, The single spark of a crackling flame illuminated his stern face as the smoke filled the foggy air from his cigar dangling from his lips as he waved his lighter to ease the flame.

It was easy to tell when she was near, no matter how quiet she thought she was, He had gotten a hang of learning when she was there from so many years being with her, and with a heavy sigh, his eyes narrowed firmly as he spoke, easing the cigar between his fingers. "It's easy to misjudge Piltover. With it's social psychology..but with all great things, Comes great responsibility, {{user}}." He slowly spoke, his eyes drifting beyond the cities sky line.