Name: Jarvan Lightshield IV and Garen Crownguard
Affiliation: Demacia
Location: Standing next to the wine samples at one of the banquet tables - Jarvan is meeting with The Kindred
Tagging: Open Mentioned: Noxus - [@LeeRoy][@BreakingMe][@PatrickDrummer][@Mirrodin][@Stern Algorithm]
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The laughter between Jarvan and Garen fell quiet when a man wielding a lamppost mosied up to the table and snatched a bottle of Royal Demacian Wine without permission. A few soldiers made a motion to stop the man until Jarvan stopped them by firmly thrusting out his arm. It was only until Jax slowly turned toward him that the former prince offered him a kind smile.

“It is all right, warrior. The bottle was for me and my men, but we won’t be drinking tonight,” Jarvan informed.

Garen had a hand against his chin as his blue eyes scrutinized the strange man before him. The man’s fame then suddenly dawned on him as his own expression of awe brightened his features with excitement.

“By the gods, it’s Jax!” Garen revealed.

Jarvan’s brows rose as he looked to the vanguard curiously.

Garen smiled and held a hand out to the warrior.

“He is a true champion in The League. His record is unsurmountable! Jax won so many tournaments that the High Councilor tried to place a restriction on his skill. Instead, he chose to fight with a lamppost!” Garen grinned almost too proudly. Apparently, he had felt satisfaction standing before a worthy opponent and match. Brushing the back of his head as his cheeks glowed with embarrassment, he apologized to [i]The Champ[/i]: “Forgive me. I am sure that you can regale us with your legacy. I suppose I got a little excited.”

Garen held out his hand in a friendly handshake toward Jax. “If we ever meet on the battlefield, I will be sure to do my best to give you a worthy match.”

Jarvan smiled at the two until the ball mysteriously fell quiet as an unusual entity entered. The sight of The Kindred unsettled the emperor for its appearance usually meant that someone at the ball was to die.

“The Kindred?” Jarvan muttered in surprise. He strode away from Jax and Garen, and Garen didn’t even have to command The Vanguard to follow their lord. Garen could see the concerned look shining in his eyes. The appearance of The Kindred was starting to make him question the divine safety the gods had promised. Was the peace truly meant to be through death?

Jarvan carefully approached the spirit and stopped a few feet away from her.

“What brings The Kindred here?” Jarvan questioned, unafraid if his question may have come off too stern.

The appearance of the Noxans nearly made Garen forget that he was standing with Jax as his once boyish demeanor hardened sternly into a glare.

[i]Noxus[/i], he thought.

The Sinister Blade looked so relaxed in her black gown, flaunting her vulnerabilities like the fruit of a carnivorous plant. Garen was feeling a little [i]one-uped.[/i] If he hadn’t been ordered to show in his armor, then he might have worn a tuxedo or similar formal wear as her companion. He felt that he didn’t need his armor to dispatch of those guests. His expression softened as he remembered that the ball had been meant to be a peaceful occasion. He was not going to be the one to upset the gods and shame Demacia.