The doors to the summoners were all the same, heavy dark wood, some older then others, each having a small name plate attached, some had been there longer then others, the names hard to read from the years, Ro's was little more then a square of polished metal. Her own doing, preferring the only visitors she got knew where she was, confusing the stupid and deterring the unwilling. Her office was set at the end of a long hall, the cracks under the doors leading up to Ronyo's were bright, sometimes the utterance of a spell of the flipping of pages could be heard behind the doors, however the blind summoner delved little into the magic of others, the weight of her work out side the halls of the leagues' halls.
As the champion spoke, her knocks echoing softly into the chambers with in, a faint blue light creeped out from under the wood. โCome in.โ Came her voice, a hint of annoyance etching into the syllables. The redhead sat at her desk her elbows propped up on the edge, fingers laced together under her nose, hood drawn up, its edge playing peek-a-boo with the tops of her digest. Long red hair spilling out from under looking jet in the blue light cast from the dozen or so blue flamed candles that floated in lines above her head to the door and the back of the office. Either side of the room were lined with dust covered book cases, each shelf crammed with texts of magic and history, art and biology. Instruments for spying the stars and telling the future dotted shelves as well, star charts hung on the ceiling that...twinkled... The desk large and dark, dwarfing the summoner was too covered in emerald ink stains and paper work, some old some new, some forgotten and lost, a candle sat at the far corner, perched on a now unused stack of basic magic casting books, its wax having dripped down creating a long stalactite of wax that pooled on the ground. The chair before her desk was of hard leather, not meant to be comfortable, just to serve its purpose...that being to be uncomfortable to make people leave faster.
On the back wall of the office was a large floor to ceiling painting of a tall man in a dark suit and short red hair. His eyes burned dark green, tiny skulls and chains laced the outfit, the woman standing next to him had an equally hard expression, her eyes cold blue, hair long and dark that seemed to go on forever. Her dress was red, matching his in style and pastern. Behind them was an open window over looking the Noxian landscape at night. The painting was old, a large slash running down the mid section of its left side to the right bottom corner. The room smelled of dust, tea and smoking leaf, an open bottle of something on the table next to the desk along side the pipe, a long curl of silvery smoke trailed up from its ember-ed contents dispersing in the already thick warm air of the office.
โJudicator.โ Was the only welcome the champion got, Ronyo respected the champion, but she was also here unexpected, during one of the few times the woman had to break away from her paper work. Despite her normally soft spirited and sometimes childish actions, she was working, the veneer of her previously affirmed determiner washed away to the hard hearted Summoners of the League.
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