The houses here. They are very tall, but very tiny!

Piltover in summer is very hot!! There is no snow! What do wives throw at their husbands when work is needed done??

... Piltover medicine is strange.

Flexes.

YES LITTLE CHILDREN! I AM STRONG ENOUGH TO LIFT YOU ALL! HAHA!!

HAHA I WILL SPIN YOU ALL FOR MORE OF THIS HARROWING CANDY! IS GOOD DEAL, YAH?

Sneezes loud enough to startle anyone within a thirty meter radius.

Flexes.

Yes. Yes say that to him. He will... Appreciate it.

TONIGHT WE DANCE!

They are small people, but it is big celebration. This? I like. More drink! More dancing! More fancy costumes!

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People talk, in Piltover, about anything and everything, so when something actually interesting passes through, well they are certain so spread that rumour like wildfire. (The colour of her hair, they'll say.)

Bar-bets are the easiest way to secure a round of drinks without paying. Which is how Sigourney ended up holding a table over her head, with five men sitting and roaring with delight on top of it. "Pay for my drink, and I let you down!" She bellows.

Her favourite thing about a bar: No children.

Siggy does not know if she has received good news. Difficult problems set like icebergs, and hard work and long hikes can work up the energy to melt them away.

"PILTOVIAN CANDY IS MUCH NICE!!"

Hot day.