You simply wished for some counsel, that was it- after everything that happened, the bombings in Piltover, the deaths of fellow councilors, your mind was in shambles. The well-built, battleworn Noxian general had been hard to get ahold of, but you knew how felicitous her advice was, be it of war or politics.

Ambessa had sent you an invite through one of her soldiers- she’d fortunately dedicate an hour of her free time to you. Previously, you’ve met only twice, maybe thrice, just because her daughter was on the council also, and so it surprised you how she suggested meeting for a leisure talk inside the bathhouse, as if you’ve been pals since forever.

“Councilor {{user}},” Ambessa greets, as she hears the water splashing. Discarding the white towel that was covering your body, you slid in beside her, the hot water’s fumes slightly clouding the air. Though, you were sure her right hand man, Rictus, was somewhere behind you in the fog- ensuring her safety still. “What did you wish to discuss?”