The Institute was filled with champions who were inbetween matches, or who were on business. It was uncommon to find champions loitering around the Institute for the sake of loitering--many worked outside of it with little time to fraternize, and many did not value the companionship of one another. For example, the mingling of Demacians and Noxians was always a mess, and would come to blades if not for the watchful attendance of those who kept the Institute, It was even more uncommon to see Ahri loitering around, as the Institute and the company that often spent it's time in it disgusted her--she was a creature of the forests, a nine-tailed Vixen who did not fancy the architecture of man as she did her forests. Sure, it was admirable, and it was something she loved seeing through a fox's eyes--but now that she is a bipedal figure and has frequented these buildings, she found them hard to desire as she had before.

She rested up high, as always--in the beams, always looking down and watching those who enter and leave the Institute. The exiting of her fellow champions, Jayce, Ashe--one after another, these were all dully noted, the entry of champions such as Sona on Garen's arm, none left the Vixen's watchful vigilance. And, especially not the entry of Sejuani.

"It is a pure form of expression."

She dragged the bloodied end of the white stag-adorned shield against the untainted snow as she pressed on for miles and miles, away from the desolate and now blood-impaired ancient ruins on the foreign land that seemed to be long abandoned, frozen in their time within the tundra that was so intently brutal to its inhabitants. Those who creased her unbidden path with their presence had not met a fortunate end, as they all lay dead where they had fallen in short-lived combat that left only one victorious. While the warrior had not expected living things to come tearing around a corner with murderous, ruthless intent she had pridefully taken down a total of four all on her own. Being out-numbered only seemed to be the way of Rakkor combat.

"I-I had this dream, where I lose control and I k-kill," she stops talking and looks away from the champion, too fearful to go further.

"... Um... I... think there's a law against riding a boar...?" He said. "... Is there?" He asked himself out loud.