#voracites.

an act of intimidation no doubt, the clandestine operation had drawn the attention of the sheriff. their terse tone with one another had culminated in what could have at best been a confession.

silence only had blue eyes scrutinize the redhead further before she finally addressed the subject as a whole. ‘ on the contrary, you’ve been more than helpful. judging by your tone, tactics as well, one might assume your...’compatriots’ aren’t too adept at blending into a place like piltover. it’s safe to assume you’ve established yourselves in the lower stretches of zaun. meaning, your capacity to establish yourselves as citizens remains slim to none the further you go up. ’

❝ no, of course you’re not. ❞

whether her accented tone betrayed herself to sarcasm or otherwise, the sheriff’s attention remained level beneath the brim of her hat.

fingers laced against the lengthy firearm before arms adjusted. finally her tone echoed a sense of reprimand that mirrored countless times prior with another woman no less. yet someone on more agreeable terms than the redhead found herself.