Reese, their waiter couldn't help but take a few glances at Jarvan as he was leading the pair to their table. Once they reached the east veranda Reese quickly got them seated before explaining the nights' specials.
Now then my lord, lady, Master Draven's palace does present a few special deals tonight. If you decide to order more than two alcoholic drinks plus a main course then your side and third drink will be free. Or you can order two drinks, your main courses an appetizer and one of your chosen drinks will be free. Other than that we just have Draven's chosen special of the evening.

Reese looked at Jarvan once more before deciding to say something.
Forgive me your highness but this the first time I have gotten to meet you in person. You see I'm actually a...well former Demacian war prisoner. Reese lifts up his left sleeve to show a tattoo of the Demacian flag with a number five above it signaling his former battalion.

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Meanwhile at the bar...

Weiss the bartender took to his new patron's request and produced a whiskey when Viktor came over and began a conversation. While tension seemed a bit high to the point where Weiss knew that a flying ax would come down at any moment a sliver of silver slowly emerged from Weiss's sleeve ready to stop anything from breaking out as well. As the situation was dying down Weiss decided to address Viktor as an ax hit the ground next the Weiss's feet. Weiss picks up the message and reads it.

Hey Viktor boss said good handle on the situation also he said of course you're not a servant so don't entertain such stupid notions. Weiss throws away the paper before asking Viktor for a request. Also whether he wants to know or not would you mind letting him know that a certain clockwork lady is also here, Weiss titled his head to Orianna who Weiss still remembered was drinking his earlier concoction. Weiss then looked at his newest patron and addressed her as well.

If you require any other drinks this evening miss feel free to let me know. My name is Weiss.
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At the front desk...

Twiggy looks at Teo in slight surprise.
No it isn't actually you don't have to let us know that you are ready to start. You can begin whenever you wish as long as you bring back 100lbs worth in gold.
Twiggy smiled at Teo.

Shyvana stared at the tattoo, surprised and looking somewhat angry.

"Then what are you doing here?" She asked.

"Oh, alright. I'll just... step outside and start performing then."

Teo tips his hat to Twiggy and steps out the door, moving over to the side and wondering what exactly to play first.

Reese laughs slightly. Well I was captured and according to Noxian justice was to be executed simply because I was Demacian. As you can imagine I was set to be executed by the owner of this establishment and per his usual antics had me run for my life as he sent an axe after me.

Reese takes a deep breath before continuing. However maybe thanks to sheer luck and soldier's instinct itself I did what few have been able to accomplish by dodging Draven's "Sure Kill Throw". Draven must've been impressed because while his face didn't show it he came up to me and plainly said that talent like mine has a future in one of his "projects" and didn't want to waste an axe on someone with potential so he offered me a deal. Live and work for him or die in the dirt of a crowded Noxian stadium.

Reese takes another breath before smiling. I asked what would the point of living be disgraced as a Demacian soldier but Draven said there was life outside of the battlefield that people like me had never known and if I was as smart and talented as he thought I was then I should have the gall to walk into the unknown future no matter what happens after. So I took the deal and here I am as one of Draven best waiters. Each and everyone here save Viktor is a former prisoner who took Draven's deal and as far as we're all concerned have no regrets about it. Sure everything about him is true. Arrogant, big-headed, loud, boastful and show-offish; in fact he probably knows everything I'm saying right now. But the man does have an eye for...well talent and guys with eyes like his. In a way the majority of my associates are all like orphans who could've died without being remembered but despite everything that Draven embodies we all agreed he has a soft spot for "orphans" with a future like us.

Viktor shifted his head from one side to the other repeatedly as he considered the request.

"Very well. I suppose it wouldn't be too much trouble."

He had decided that this woman was intriguing enough to humor her and keep her company. Though he highly doubted she needed anything so simplistic as a man's protection, especially not one so augmented and far removed from humanity as Viktor.

Viktor had heard the axe imbed itself into the floor, though he didn't see it, and Weiss read the note to himself. The Herald just gave the bartender a simple nod of acknowledgment.

"Of course I handled the situation well. I have a number of rather quirky and chaotic followers to deal with every day, you know. Especially Bill. That man just won't keep his mouth shut."

Viktor shook his head after this statement as he looked back to Semira.

Semira said little to Weiss, her focus more on Viktor with her own level of intrigue. He was an interesting one, one to be picked apart and studied perhaps. His genius with his advancements lacked few things, though she'd likely not indulge if it came up. Trailing her finger against the glass, she would gently push it so that it settled on the inner bar nearer to Weiss, "No ice this time."

To Viktor, those eyes on the helm seemed to grow dimmer as if effected by some kind of fog within the spheres. She'd let a hint of a smile appear, one side of her lips tugging ever so slightly upward, "What do you believe to be the most important aspect of your work as a Champion?" She probably knew the answer, but it was far more interesting to hear it from the man himself.

Shyvana shook her head.

"He is a sadistic murderer who execu-" She began, but stopped herself with an annoyed groan. She shook her head again, and looked at Reese.

"This is neither the time, nor the place for that kind of argument." She said. "No doubt the other waiters are standing on his axes and restraining him as we speak. Why don't you give us a moment... Prince Jarvan, have you decided?"

Jarvan listened to Reese's tale, nodding sympathetically. "Draven is the last person I would expect any sort of kindheartedness from... though I suppose it does further his own ends, as well." With a thoughtful pause, he nodded at Shyvana. "Indeed, it is not. Sadistic murderer or kind, caring father figure, he is still our host, and it would not be appropriate to speak ill of him. Now then..."

Jarvan returned his eyes to the menu, going over the selection of wines available before turning back to Reese. "Start me off with a glass of Chardonnay, if you will... Shyvana?"

Reese simply laughed.
As his...well fellow champions I'm sure you both know better than myself that boss Draven doesn't care about what others say about him. For all his talk he does possess the skills that pay the bills. We underlings already understand that he would never raise an axe over meaningless chatter.

Reese bows before taking Jarvan's order. And what will you have lady Shyvana?

"Oh, alcohol?" Shyvana asked. "Just get me a glass of whatever tastes least like it. Or a bottle, if need be."

Shyvana glanced at Jarvan.

"I have no idea how you can drink that." She said. "And I've swallowed Cho'gath."