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Whispers from Ionia - Drinks Amongst Friends

Last time on Whispers from Ionia (what is this a TV Show now?)

Yi had grown accustom to Demacian places of commerce giving him an evil stare when he entered. Always judgemental of his strange technology, sometimes to the point of turning him away. He understood it without a doubt, but he’d still wear a grim expression when a barkeep locked his two eyes with Yi’s seven lenses and motioned for him to remove his goggles. His hair, for once in a state of lustre given his cleaning rituals, fell to either side of his face, and he rubbed his tired eyes of pale honey,

“We are already attracting attention to ourselves.” But the archer who had lead him here was stern as he politely set aside his bow at the door. Truly a Demacian to his core, at least in his rigid standing posture. He gave a soft shrug, endeavouring to find an empty table among the evening drinkers. The thing was small and round. Too close for Yi’s comfort, but again what choice did he have?

“It will be fine.” Terry said, “All I see are drunks and merry folk. We can talk here.”

“Merry folk like to spread rumours.” Yi sat himself upon the rickety stool, testing it by rocking his weight back and forward. Though he felt as if he’d fall at any moment, he figured it satisfactory for some unnamed tavern, “I still do not understand why we needed to come here.”

“Because I need a drink.” The Demacian was all smiles, but the act dropped right off his face as he considered the Bladesman’s piercing stare as the Ionian brushed his hair behind his ears, “… A drink with someone worth drinking with. Despite it all I still don’t hate you. Just talk with me though. We don’t need to make quips at each other anymore.”

“You are the one who must talk.” Yi said, discarding his helmet at his feet and leaning his chin on woven hands, “She lives?”

“Yeah, she does…” The guardsman sighed, finally taking a seat across from his rival, “It’s not a happy life for her right now, but it’s a life. Breaths and all, though she’s basically... debilitated by her wound. By all accounts the arrow should have destroyed all her insides, and maybe it has. But… I don’t know. I don’t like to—”

“—If you do not like to think about it, then you should not have shot us.”

The man seemed to chew on those words a time, before soundlessly raising a hand and motioning over a woman who worked the tavern. She hopped over with an expression happy enough that it managed to insult Yi somehow.

“… Got anything in the way of food.” Terry asked her, “Any pottage brewing?”

“Just ales and wines, Sir.”

“Ale will do, then.”

“Cheap wine?” Yi interjected, and he didn’t even regret asking when the barmaid nodded, “Then this for me, please.”

“Yi…” Terry offered, almost as if the Demacian should have given a damn. Yi felt his blood pump directly from his heart to his fist, but the archer’s jaw wouldn’t feel his strike. He instead spat some words with the same intended force,

“If I must listen to you and your misplaced regrets, then I do not wish to remember much of it after.” With the barworker dismissed, Yi’s tired brows firmed up all the more, “And you shall pay for this, and you shall tell nobody of this after. I need not rumours of myself spreading outside of Demacia City.” The sad face of a certain adopted noblewoman flashed in his mind, but as her worst fears might have affirmed he was quick to push thoughts of the Lady away. “But to important things; if she lives, then what is her state? Both physically, and in the eyes of the law? Who is she? What is her name?”

“I…” The Demacian’s shoulders slumped, and Yi would revel somehow in his uncertainty, “There are things I know, and things I don’t know. I don’t know her name, and I don’t know why she’s here. We can’t get information out of someone who doesn’t speak a word of Common. For the most part however, she hasn’t been fit enough to stand trial. Though everyone’s minds already seem made up; we Demacians are stubborn people I guess. Everyone’s opinions are aligned, damn idiots.”

“What..?”

“She’s already been sentenced by most people’s standards, but they want to run her through the motions when she’s well.” Even if he didn’t realise it, Yi was leaning forward upon his hands. He didn’t even care for the tightness that radiated from his old arrow injury as he listened intently, “… Don’t blame me for the things I say, Master Yi. This is really all beyond me now. I don’t have any say in what the law does to her. All I did was arrest her. That’s where this should have ended for me, but instead I’m caught up in this Godsdamned stupid controversy.”

“What do you mean? Just be direct with me, Terrius.”

As if on cue, the barmaid placed down two tankards, one of grain and one of grapes. Terry picked his drink up with a tremble to his otherwise perfectly poised archer hand, though he did not indulge himself as of then. He merely sat there, taunting the Bladesman in his silence. He wasn’t so far gone that a palm to the table didn’t summon a jump from him though, “Terry! Answer me.”

“Do you really want to know, Yi?”

“Yes! Do not toy with me. Not right now, or ever.”

And in response to Yi’s request, Terry offered a single word as he eyed his drink. So simple, yet it stole all sensation from his body when it entered his ears,

“… Death.”

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