The dark chariot came to a lurching halt as the souls carrying him tirelessly panted despite being mere shades of who they were — like livestock. The door opened slowly as the dark pallid figure stepped out gently.
"Friend Bort... watch over the stagecoach, will you? I have some... business to attend to." The man spoke to the air beside him as the spirit fidgeted with the whip in his hand. Still getting used to the strange realization that he was in fact... free and yet... not as free as he had hoped.
"Aye, sir." Bort gave a quick nod to his gaze as it trailed down to the sullen lot below.
Thresh advanced to the floral thicket in front of him as it stood in his way of the Noxian Mansion to the soul that was deeper beyond. Grazing the vines and flowers he pushed them out of his way with his boots as he passed.
Finally breaching the courtyard he straightened his coat eyeing the figure close to one side of the mansion.
"Paying respects to someone perhaps, Grand General...?" A voice broke the silence of the moment. "Yes... I figure you might be here. My apologies on... encroaching on your beloved estate at this time."
The man's gloved hands wrung themselves loosely in front of his hips as a thin grin spread upon his lips. "I don't suppose you could help me? I have come an awfully long way from Noxus to see my dearest daughter. She goes by the name... Nith."
Searching for any sign of reaction to said name he continued,
"... I would very much love to see her, Jericho."
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