CANTANKEROUS

 Kled rises to a sitting position, and quickly fumbles around his scalp to ensure all his faculties were in order; his head was definitely there, and he didn’t feel any new cracks in his skull.. Hat, wheres the dangun hat?

He searches the dirt around him until he finds his trusty head warmer, looking up to find that he was at the bottom of a sizeable pit. 

“Aw dernit, I gone and didn’t again, didn’t I? ” With a grunt he stands, keeping the weight off his bad leg as he does, and without too much of a wait he takes to ascending the pit’s walls. 

*lillithe from the Cathedral* who’s lost little gremlin in this

  The great hall’s doors are thrown open with thunderous sound. A  dark shadow descends over the throne as a powerful figure approaches, back straight with pride and purpose. 

Two tiny hands then grip onto the edge of Darkwill’s throne, struggling for a moment as they pull the tiny form of Kled into the seat. He carefully places the Noxian throne atop his head, and rests his arms at either side of his new throne. 

“Heh, cursin’, obviously; I already done all the drinking I could OUTSIDE the cathedral.”