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][@Stern Algorithm][@jasonwolf]
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Jarvan frowned sternly, steeling himself against the scrutiny of Wolf. He wasn’t going to show the death god any fear. He still had his pride. When Lamb faced him, the emperor’s nerves settled. Lamb was much gentler on the eyes than her companion.

[b]We came simply to observe.[/b]

That was strange. They only ever appeared around the dead. Were they trying to keep their true purpose a secret?

Jarvan’s brows shot up when Lamb swiftly stepped toward him. Naturally, the hands of his guards went to their blades but Jarvan once again held out his arm to stop their reactive movements.

[i]Prevent an untimely death?[/i] Jarvan wondered before his eyes carried over to the Noxians that had entered the ball. It had to be them. They were up to no good. He glanced at Lamb who also started to look in the Noxians’s direction.

Jarvan frowned and answered the god: “If any Noxian were to raise a blade against me, then I or my men will cut them down. Perhaps it is good that you are here.”

The emperor’s eyes narrowed on Katarina and Keld. “You may just be sparing them from my wrath.”

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Garen was distracted from Jax by the panicked and disturbed talk that rose like a tide around them. His blue eyes were brought to a platter further down the table that had once bore a crispy, golden bird, but was being reduced to scraps by an orange fuzzy creature.

[b]Demaglio![/b]

The vanguard blushed as people started looking at him and giving him questionable looks. [i]Is that your pet?[/i] Garen looked over back at Gnar and walked over to the creature.

“How did you get here?” he questioned at first and then brought a hand to his face. Even Gnars were invited apparently. He knew he had to be very careful when handling the critter, having faced his temper countless times in the past and it was never pretty. If Gnar got angry here, then the Kindred’s presence would only be justified. “Gnar, I can make you a plate of food if you would like? You’re eating all the chicken. Don’t you want to share with others?”