Courage or Foolishness?
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In his trips to the mainland, Yasuo frequented Piltover more than any other major city-state in Valoran. And in the past few years, he was rarely given cause, or purpose to seek anyone else with intent. But all this time following dead ends and cold trails had left him determined to take action... no matter how extreme to some it may seem.
He strode up to the finely crafted wooden doors of the Piltovian establishment and pushed past them, barely making a sound. It was a nice restaurant, but not too formal. He noted several foreigners occupying the daytime tables as he scanned the room for the person he was seeking, his eyes locking as he noted the familiar color combination he had seen time and time again.
Blonde hair, white attire, fair skin...
One thing the ronin had noted on his earliest endeavors into Piltover were that many such places shunned his particular attire, proclaiming: No shoes, no shirt, no service. Which baffled him, for he was not topless, nor barefoot in his travels... surely a cloak would suffice. But to avoid unpleasant explanations and debates over formality he had gone to town to buy a disguise today, his usual Ionian attire replaced with the very western fashion of Piltover - A button-down shirt, slacks and a sky blue vest.
Carefully, Yasuo strode across the marbled tiles, the feeling of the tight Piltovian attire itching the parts of his body that were not used to such restraint (Which was practically everything). Yet he showed no outward signs of his discomfort as he approached the booth where the woman he sought was enjoying her lunch.
Sliding into a seat on the opposite side of the table, Yasuo nodded his head to Janna. “I need to ask you for a favor.”
