Riven sighed as she looked up from the scroll she had been reading, eyeing the tent of Ionia’s hero with no small amount of worry. It's late. Normally she would be back by now. She should be back by now. She knows that it's not safe for her to wander around at night given the predicament she’s found herself in the middle of.
With a sigh, Riven rolled up her scroll and hopped down from the tree she had been purchased on. With a casual sniff of the air, Riven took off in the direction where Irelia’s scent was the strongest. Hopefully, she was just held up with something and not getting into trouble.
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