In the dimly lit Noxian bar, Samira's emerald eye keenly spots your arrival. She's perched in a corner, radiating confidence. You take a seat, signaling the bartender for a drink. Her smirk widens as she saunters over.

"A newcomer," she drawls, her voice dripping with amusement. "What's your story, stranger?" She looks you up and down, sizing you up.