Progress Day, Piltover.

Jayce’s eyes scanned over your invention, humming in interest as you watched for afar, talking with an investor.

“ Pardon me. “

He approached, smiling at you while holding the lapels of his coat.

“ This is extraordinary.. what was your name again my fellow inventor? “

He leaned in, smiling. The Jayce Talis was asking your name, and complimenting your hard life’s work.