"Words are cheap, Prince..." Riven sighed. "But, for the moment...I will accept your apology. That does not mean I forgive you immediately, but I at least accept and acknowledge your attempt to make amends..." Riven was still mad, but at least she knew he was trying to make things better.


I suppose so... Though, I do find it odd that you wish to call me a friend so quickly. After all, I don't think we really know each other all that much, nor have we really talked outside of our discussion at your shop. Typically, I don't have "friends." Not in the traditional sense anyway... I have people I trust, or people in which I can confide. Beyond that, though, I don't know if I can call them my "friends." Either way, I don't think counting you among one of those individuals would be detrimental.

- Riven

Lady Riven,

I understand. Thank you for the honest answer.

Anyways, have you tried to ever reforge your sword?

-T.A.S.

No, I have not. I have no need to do so. The power of my will reforges my blade into a pristine weapon, different and yet similar to the blade I once used. To try and reforge something that I've since moved away from would be pointless.

- Riven

The prince let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't expected her to actually forgive him, at least not so readily. Perhaps, then.... "There was something else I wished to speak with you about, as well. This, however, I will not discuss through a door. If you still wish not to see me, I understand. I will seek you out at a later time if you wish."

Riven grumbled. As much as she wanted to turn him away at the moment, she did not want to be rude. Regardless of her feeling about the situation, the Prince HAD come quite a long way to speak to her. At the very least she could hear what he had to say...then kick him out.

The door unlocked and Riven swung it open, allowing the prince to enter. "Fine, just make it quick... I have other things I wish to do today."

Jarvan's features reflected surprise for the barest hint of a second beore adopting a more appropriate expression of melancholy and gratitude. He entered Riven's room quickly, moving inside as she shut the door behind him. Not asking to take a seat anywhere, he merely leaned against the wall across from where Riven stood. Though he was curious, he respected her privacy, eyes remaining focused on the Exile as he spoke rather than looking about the room.

"I will get straight to the point, then, since you don't much seem to be in the mood for my company. You said during our fight that you felt you could be the one to light the way for Noxus. I wish to know.... do you plan to retake Noxus? Restore it to what it once was?"

"I plan to do whatever it takes to reforge Noxus into the strong, honorable, and respected place I know it can be. If that requires violence...I will answer their challenges with my blade, though, truth be told, I'd rather avoid that if possible." Riven shook her head and leaned against the wall. "Why do you ask?"

Dear Riven,

Where did you commission that lovely new sword of yours? Further... why did you break it?

Evelynn

(( Isn't that explained in her lore?))

((Riven plays her championship skin like something she bought. I figured the sword would be the same, and I doubt it came pre-broken.))