| Deciding between Heimerdinger and Vander.

heaven is a place we can’t afford.

⠀ A wolf, uh. ⠀

⠀ It’s time to pick up the shield and see what can be done down there. We can’t let Noxus unleash a war in Zaun. ⠀

⠀ If I believed that my place was beside my so-called decorated tree*, I wouldn’t be standin’ before ya right now. A war is comin’ t’your streets. Bloodshed. Death. And if I have t’be apart of it, let it be by the right side. Yours. ⠀

| Please, follow the best yordle around thank you!

⠀ You were supposed to be the best of us. Now look where ya stand, Sheriff. ⠀

| Currently debating if I would have Brok being close to Vander and his children. And his death taught him that kind hearts do not survive Zaun (being injured, making him use a permanent mask). So, he starts his way to become a chembaron to help Zaun recover from its wounds.

⠀ Ya’re the daughter of the Warlord that’s about to paint our streets with blood—so, don’t try to lure me into your schemes. ⠀

⠀ I ain’t an enforcer no more; neither I agreed to the whole gassing your streets. I just don’t want more people hurt. ⠀

⠀ Mornin’. ⠀

⠀ I’ve come to learn that alcohol is the solution to many of our problems; especially sleeping habits. ( Loris offered a casual shrug, arms now crossed before his chest. ) ⠀

| I have so much muse for Loris, hello!?