Secretive hushed words could be heard above us in the building. I couldn't resist, as there wasn't much to do. Slinking into the wall, I drew closer. Piltovan in an important Shuriman building?

  "- have you prepared the offerings?"

  "Sir, the final shipment is coming today."

  "Hssssh,"

  I drew in a cold breath. It seemed that conspiracy lurked in the shadows of this city. Any more info would be of great help. Code words started coming out in a stream.

  "Does the honey flow smoothly?"

  "No. Not yet, but the heat will make it after we take it out."

  Smoothly? Heat? Take it out? Must be something that activates in the sun.

  "What about the ants?"

  "We have prepared enough sugar water with them to st the trip."

  Soldiers with provisions.

  "What about the milk?"

  "Sir, the dunpor milk from stonewall is arriving tomorrow."

  "The disciples are getting restless. Many are packing up for the pilgrimage. We have to take advantage of this opportunity."

  Reinforcements from Stonewall. They walked away as I sorted the information in my mind. Who should I tell this to? No, why should I tell them? It's not like it'll change anything, if it's going to, I'm going to be the one losing my advantage.

  Hurrying back, I shook Ezreal awake.

  "I'm awake, awake now. Haaa ahh."

  He yawned as I slung his bag over my shoulder and grabbed the mp. I urgently reyed the information I found.

  "I was listening through some walls. They spoke Piltovan, not Shuriman. Soldiers are going to be doing something to disciples."

  "Wah?! Soldiers are going to attack?"

  "Yeah, I don't understand what honey means but they said stuff like ants and enough things for them to st the trip. Dunpor milk is definitely reinforcements."

  "You're definitely wrong."

  "You'll see."

  It would be safe until the start of the festival. But that didn't stop me. An annoyed voice came from my side as I immediately shot back.

  "Chill out bro."

  "Can't you be nervous!?"1I know the grammar is weird but speech is different

  "I'm telling you, there is no problem."

  We got some curious looks as a pair when one was on edge and the other on vacation. Just then, I spotted a gruesome looking face that had a mess of scars underneath a white hood. I recoiled back slightly.

  The scarred man muttered something under his breath in Shuriman as he briskly walked away. Now I feel bad.

  The festival was tomorrow but the vendors were in for some quick cash. Tantalizing smells of sugary roasted fish, red and brown looking, unique smells from pouches wrapped in leaves and a myriad of others I couldn't discern. The sea breeze washed over every once in a while, cleansing the air as the smells competed again.

  "Come try this."

  Ezreal quickly bought some green fruit from a vendor. The vendor twisted off two bulbs of the fruit for us. Popping it in my mouth, my eyes widened as sweet syrup ran down my throat as it burst in my mouth.

  "Ha, that's good! Not the Palclyff variety though."

  Ezreal gnced at the vendor as he started describing the uses of the fruit.

  "This can make healing potions. Good for wounds, great for throats! It's the best when the weather gets too hot."

  "Oh."

  "Oh?! I'm offended."

  Splitting up, we went to find dinner. Small fried dough balls on a skewer drizzled with two types of sauces, Noxian barbecue on a stick. I ate as I walked. Sticky blood pudding in a leaf, washed down with some Eka'Sul goat milk, before continuing. Using the sticks I had on hand, I tasted aged spicy cheese and a weird tasting white cheese.

  Goat cheese and cow cheese taste so different, as the smoother cow cheese seemed to match well with everything. Finishing with desert, which was a thin dough wrapped around sweet cheese. The sky started to darken as braziers were lit up.

  We forgot to pn a spot to meet up. I facepalmed. But that doesn't matter. Buying another two barbecue skewers, I located the unique gait and weight of my friend. Navigating the crowd, I found him chatting to a pair of tanned twins.

  Sharing is caring. Handing a skewer over, I checked them out. They looked the same age as us but through my experience, they were definitely younger. They looked the same, except for a few distinctions on their clothes.

  "And who are you?"

  "His friend. Have you guys tried the Noxian barbecue? It's real good."

  The one on the left immediately spoke out in a neutral tone.

  "Noxians are trash."

  "I don't like them as well but their food..."

  I shrugged. The gamey but tender meat simuted the mouth as a simple combination of spices with salt sealed the deal. She immediately narrowed her brown eyes. I continued with my speech.

  "Don't deny their good points even if you don't like them. Recognizing your weakness is the first step to become better. Here, try some."

  They for sure wouldn't eat it. And it was proven right as the one that said Noxians were trash turned her head away. A smirk that I was suppressing twitched. As I pulled it back to eat, my mouth caught nothing. Gncing downwards, IT WAS GONE.

  "Teehee."

  "Your mistake man."

  "Does he do this often?"

  "No, only when he's confident in something and gets spped."

  I jumped to my feet after comforting myself.

  "Shuddap. Hmph. My treat, I'll buy for one for you guys."

  We walked back to the stand through the crowd.

  The rest of the night passed.

  lirvothethird