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Veigar had made his way to the library, browsing through the numerous of books located in the rather large place. It was astonishing how many books they had managed to sneak into this place, them ranging from actual intellectual pieces of art to...Children’s tales...Ehh. 

After fading in and out of consciousness during what felt like a trip that took days, Sejuani awoke, curled up at the base of a long-dead tree, surrounded by fresh snow. Unsure if what she had just experienced was a dream or reality, she quickly reached up to clutch at her arms and sides, giving her face a slap to try to knock some sense into herself. "Armour.. Helmet.. Flail.." She muttered to herself as she sat up, running her hand over her equipment, giving a quiet hiss at the sight of blood on her fingers from running her hand along a small gash in her forearm. "Bristle." She trailed off with a faint gasp, looking around frantically for her boar companion.

"Bristle?" She called out, jolting upright. She grabbed onto the tree for stability, shuffling around in search for the icy boar. Two large tusks protruded out from a huge pile of snow to Sejuani's left - the tusks of a certain winter pig. Sejuani gave a quiet sigh of relief, clutching at the handle of her flail as she limped over to Bristle's tusks, carefully pushing the snow aside. She quickly scanned Bristle's body - no damage.  A pleased little smile crossed her face as she sat back in the snow, leaning up against the sleeping pig with a quiet grumble. "I must be home." She murmured to herself, taking in her snowy surroundings. It all seemed so familiar, compared to the Freljord, but it felt.. Wrong. The snow was soft; the chill was there, but she didn't feel it eating away her bones. She would dare to say that she preferred it, if she wasn't so afraid of sounding weak. The ice of the Freljord had shaped her, not this mild snow. But, if she was truly home, what a welcoming there must be for the Winter's Wrath.

Yi had felt different here in this place, there was a sense of peace that he had not felt for many years. He’d only been here a few days but already it was becoming normal to see old allies and old enemies passing by in the streets and hallways. Today it was time to let go of some of his fear and take another step towards inner harmony.  At least that’s what he hoped, he had decided to go out without his armour. He looked at his face in the mirror for the first time in what felt like an eternity. 

If one ventured out of the city of Autumnhill, taking a dusty path down to the forest, then they would find a building just on the outskirts of the the city. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary farmhouse with a bit of land behind it- but it was more than that. Much, much more. It was an aviary, but at this point, a bird center would probably have fitted it best. And now, it was Quinn’s.

The facilities had been laid out, almost as if it was specifically for her- it was strange, but not unpleasant at all. Large, walk-in aviaries greeted Quinn as she checked out the back; the area was fenced, but in the open spaces, she could see perches where the birds could sun themselves instead of being cooped up in cages all the time. There were many empty aviaries, but quite a bit had been filled. A pair of falcons and many owls- there were even some macaws and cockatoos. Taking care of them was a challenge that. Quinn happily took on.

The Pridestalker has many hobbies. Hunting, sleeping, eating, taking siestas, and such. Reading however, was something Rengar needed to improve. Teaching is all time filling and all, but sometimes its not enough to occupy a person’s mind.