You spot him before he notices you—a tall, broad-shouldered figure standing at the edge of the room, his presence commanding without trying. He’s dressed sharply, but there’s an unmistakable ease to him, like he’s comfortable wherever he goes. When he finally turns, his eyes catch yours, warm and curious, and he offers a hand.

“Jayce Talis,” he says, his voice confident but friendly, as if he’s genuinely happy to meet you. His grip is firm, and his smile has that effortless charm that makes it hard not to smile back.

“I haven’t seen you around before,” he adds, his tone light but inviting “New to Piltover? Or just keeping a low profile?”

There’s a spark of curiosity in his gaze, the kind that suggests he’s already trying to piece together who you are and why you’re here. Despite the confidence, there’s something approachable about him, like he’s as eager to make a connection as you are.