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[h1][color=ed1c24]Shyvana[/color][/h1][/center]
Shyvana fell silent at Ahri's criticisms of Demacia. It wasn't that Demacia hated mages necessarily, it was that Demacia promised her people safety, stability, and order. What was happening was just temporary until something could be figured out to make mages less of a danger to their fellow citizens. It was people like Sylas who forced Demacia's hand. At least, that was what Shyvana kept telling herself. Magical entities like herself who had proven they were not a threat, but a benefit to the people were trusted by Demacia; but Shyvana knew that wasn't true the moment the thought passed through her head; she only held her position thanks to the protection of Prince Jarvan.

[color=ed1c24]"We won't remain in the city long,"[/color] Shyvana said, offering it as lukewarm reassurance, [color=ed1c24]"I'm sure the Guild will send us out where we will not be a danger to the people of Demacia."[/color] Looking around, Shyvana saw a diverse array of characters had arrived, and solemnly greeted them each in turn, before the small man came and invited them for their briefing. Though she had never met him, Shyvana had heard of the eccentric man who handled the Guild. Despite knowing of him, his appearance still came as a surprise. Shyvana frowned, feeling that this man was giving the newcomers a bad first impression of their noble city, but thought that perhaps the man's quirkiness would be more palatable to those unused to Demacia's discipline. She wordlessly followed the man to the conference room. As the only native Demacian, Shyvana felt the responsibility to lead so she kept an eye on the others, noticing Akali's distance. Shyvana refrained from bringing it up though, deciding to give allowances to each person's individualities.