It has already been a few weeks since the Great Art Competition, you still remember how happy you were when the judges announced you the winner of this century’s contest.

Footsteps echoed through the hallway of Piltover’s finest art gallery, your eyes scanned over the piece that took you ages to complete. The view of the city from the councilor’s meeting room has always been your favourite, so that’s what you painted for the Great Art Contest. You’ve been rewarded with a golden trophy with blue gems as decorations for your magnificent piece of work. A tall and slender figure stood beside you, admiring your artwork

“Such a fascinating work ,the painter must have the patience of a councilor at a deliberation table.”

She mused, her voice as smooth as the silk of her gown. The person beside you was Mel Medarda, one of the 7 councilors that ruled over Piltover. You’ve always been interested in her, so you definitely took your chances to continue the conversation with her.