the calm and serene atmosphere of the commune was almost like a dream, or an uncomfortable nightmare. not the frightening kind, just the one where you could tell something wasn't right.

but something was right.

viktor said so. the herald said so.

this commune was a safe haven for everyone in zaun and piltover alike. big and small, all were welcome. if you had an ailment, the herald could cure you. he'd cured all that had sought him out. not once had he turned away a person in need.

amongst all the violence and unease in the world, this was viktor's oasis. he'd made it so.