diplomacy
@bymywill
It wasn’t the last time she visited the prisoner, even though it should have been. Katarina slipped into Jarvan’s accommodations again a week later, to much the same effect as the first time; her curiosity on his state sated, she left again, assuming again that she’d never return.
But then they moved him, and they put him under stricter guard–but outside, not inside. She didn’t have much time to watch, but when she made the attempt, she never saw anyone but Swain enter or leave. Ever. And that was… different. It couldn’t be whispers of a rescue coming, or she wouldn’t even know where he was at all, so…
In lieu of her original curriculum, Katarina had simply been absorbing all she could from within Noxus’s borders. She wasn’t as good as her brother was yet, but she had at least begun to learn some of his tricks at fading from sight; she wasn’t as quick as he was, but she could still run and climb things that weren’t strictly designed for either activity. It was enough to get inside just barely undetected.
Katarina steps forward, eyes scanning the dark corners for unseen observers. “Hello,” she says, because she can’t think of anything else.











