Strong Men, Stronger Coffee
A day of exploration to an unfortunate lack of results. The general gave a deep breath of defeat, temporary as it is. He would not allow it to sink in; too much relied upon his continued efforts, at least in regards to himself. Strange that he was finally considering his own personal wishes for once. Perhaps that’s why he had such a fervor concerning it. Consolidating his knowledge was key to success, and this late at night, it was best to do so over stimuli.
The diner was open till the early hours and that was more than enough for the Noxian to work with. Stepping inside, he looked about, seeing no one about. Seems most would not waste their time here at...three in the morning apparently. A scoff and a shake of his head. He would worry sleeping later. First, he would take a seat at the bar, his massive axe resting against it. Placing down a few of the strange currency he had obtain upon arrival, he nodded.
“Coffee, please.”
An attempt at a smile - which may have come off as more aggressive than intended - and he would wait. He would have contemplated obtaining something alcoholic, but unfortunately for him his search did not yield any decent results for that either. Besides, he needed to be as perceptive as he could manage. Another nod as the cup was set before him.
“Thank you.”
The plan was to just drink and rest for a bit. That was, until certain company arrived...
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