"It's been a long time since I've set foot in Zaun. In fact, it's curious I would find myself here at all... I don't believe we've ever met. Consider me a friend of a friend." A woman's voice came from the shadows, an unmistakable High Piltovian accent to her words, "Forgive the lack of formalities, but I'm on official business. I've obtained a photo of you and someone I'm searching for. His name is Currelis. Have you heard of him?"
The redhead’s eyes darted up, searching through the semi-lighted room for where the voice came from. Her puppet; Warren on standby and ready behind her, also concealed in the shadows as well. How did he not even feel another presence?
“…. Depends on who’s asking.” She replied sharply.
“I’m certain you’ve heard of me.” Her statement was dry and accompanied by the click of her heels as she stepped forth. She leaned against her rifle, tipping her hat to acknowledge the puppeteer and her rather… disturbing companion.
“Sheriff Caitlyn Blakemoore,” she introduced herself in a calm tone, “I’ve a cold case and a curiosity to sate. Valya, correct? Do you mind taking a look?” She produced a photograph from her jacket and offered it.
@dysfunctionalpuppeteer, @spymaster-of-zaun
“I…” She swallowed back her words then cleared her throat.How did she get here? why was she here? and she needed Currelis’ help? that was… weird. Though, he did mention he would help up in Piltover time to time. A small hand with calloused fingers reached out to take the photo.
“Yes, I’m Valya… and of course, Sheriff… forgive me for being on edge, it’s hard not to be around here. I’ll see if he’s in.”
{ I’m gonna proceed to scream in the tags}
The sudden shift was to be expected; her presence often had that effect. Still, she couldn’t help but be amused. So often her title preceded her and she hardly got a chance to witness this. Admittedly, she had wondered if it would bear any weight here in Zaun.
“Lovely. No apologies necessary, dear. I daresay this is the most civil exchange I’ve been met with during this investigation, so I certainly understand. Have you someplace to talk? You, me, and... er, that?” The sheriff gestured to the puppet, brow furrowing.
