“There are many I miss from my homeland of Demacia. Mother, father, my dearest siblings, my good friend Garen and little Luxanna... I wish I could pay them a visit myself. But I guess I’ll have to count on circumstance reuniting us.”

“In all honesty I fare better at night than under that Shuriman sun. Not that we didn’t have sun in Demacia, but after spending so much time up in the mountains...” he trailed off without explanation, distracted by a shining beetle flying overhead. He kept walking alongside Vana, but seemed to forget about whatever he was saying.

Taric broke into a wide smile and waved. The crystals that hovered around his shoulders emitted a soft glow which helped him get a better look at the stranger. “Good evening!” he had to raise his voice somewhat to be heard over the pouring rain. “Mind if I join you under here?”

offering a place to stay overnightTaric was a bit surprised by the Shuriman woman’s offer, but pleasantly so. He’d been having an enlightening discussion with her about her homeland for a while now. He’d originally approached to ask for directions, but as usual he couldn’t help but strike up a friendly conversion. When he mentioned that he hadn’t yet found a place to stay in Shurima, she was kind enough to propose her own home. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose and like I said, I’m more than happy to sleep beneath the stars.” He really meant it too. Despite the cold, he found the desert to be quite stunning at night.

As soon as he was safely underneath the stone shelter he stopped to wipe the water from his face. Peering between his fingers, he glanced down the stretch of dry darkness to see the shape of another. His hand fell from his face as soon as he realized he wasn’t alone.

“In that case, how about I lend a hand?” he offered with an amiable smile.