The Headsman's head follows the jester's movements, until the psychopath disappears and reappears behind Urgot. For his part, the Noxian executioner didn't seem perturbed at all by the hellish harlequin's behavior. In fact, he tilted his head to one side with clear curiosity. "Friend? You wish to befriend me? I'm sure you will find that I am not the sort to relish in anything, much less give myself to any forms of entertainment. Every day I experience pain unimaginable, as my existence is forcibly continued by the dark magics of my fatherland. I was given the peace of death, but now I know the misery of immortality."
He fell silent, then, as he seemed to appraise the legs but ultimately shook his head. "I was not seriously asking for a pair of legs, Jester. However, I am rather amused that you actually fulfilled such a rhetorical request. Your penchant for death, bloodshed, and violence is much like that of the fiercest of Noxian warriors, like I once was. I can say that much."
{{ I'm about ready to give up on Urgot. }}
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