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"Am I to understand your… appearance as as a pathetic attempt at seduction, or has your feeble mind mistaken mud as a substitute of clothing. Let me address both by saying that a filth caked whore is neither clothed nor sought after.
Cover yourself, animal.”
"Undoubtedly. They sound like a herd of backwards savages, living in the mud and spouting nonsense about the basic neccesity of clothing." His horse snorted and shook its head. If he had paid it any heed he might have laughed.
"I’ve no plans for this place other renewing the road that was once there. To be frank, I have no desire to change you, I simply want you out of my sight. Return to your home in the swamp. There’s nothing left to be said here."
"If you desire to have me from your sight, then turn and leave. Go back to your walled hovel. Stay out of the bogs.”
At his lead, the company had turned to leave. Just as quickly it halted, as Jarvan the fourth rounded on the woman with lance leveled, holding it’s point towards her chest.
"Do not presume to command me, creature. I am heir to the throne of Demacia, the greatest kingdom in all of Valoran. I do tolerate the insolence of fools. If you interfere with these plans, if you remove so much as a single stone, I will not hesitate to run you through. Is that clear?"
His soldiers watched in silence.
Not an air of concern seemed to loom over the shaman. Hollowed eyes of her horrid helm bore into the ignorant prince, paying not an ounce of mind to the pointed blade that met her chest.
"I care not what throne of what plane you pretend you hold any authority for, for I see no such prince. I see an insolent fool leading himself and others into death."
Blackened hands pushed the lance aside, leaving inky, putrid markings and tendrils to stain the steel.
"Turn back. You've no need to tread this land."
