The great doors swing open and you stride into the council chamber with a wide grin, practically bouncing on your heels. The solemn atmosphere crashes against your energy like waves against stone.

You (playful): “Good morning, most esteemed councilors! I hope everyone’s had their tea—because what I bring today is bound to wake you up far better than caffeine ever could.”

A few councilors exchange glances. Shoola chuckles under her breath, while Cassandra Kiramman tightens her jaw immediately.

Cassandra Kiramman (sharp): “We do not have time for theatrics. Piltover faces threats on all sides—this is not a stage for a child’s performance.”

Heimerdinger (muttering, stroking his mustache): “Mm, well, youth does bring… energy. But energy without focus is like lightning without a rod—dangerous, dangerous…”

Mel Medarda (calm, poised, eyes narrowing slightly): “You have our attention. I suggest you use it wisely. Amusements are for salons, not this chamber.”

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You flash a mischievous grin, leaning dramatically on the presentation table.

You (half-joking): “Oh, come now—don’t tell me you’d rather listen to another three hours of budget disputes and border security reports. I’m here to make things interesting.”

Hoskel chuckles approvingly, while Bolbok scowls deeply. Mel’s golden eyes don’t leave yours—sharp, assessing, unamused but intrigued.