Greetings Summoners, champions, citizens...

And Noxians...

I've been away for some time. I've been taking care of some things going on in my personal life, as well as League duties, and other things as well. However now I'm ready to take whatever questions you wish to ask.

Dear Varus,

I've always wondered something about you... I'm not quit sure how to word this but...have you ever thought of wearing pants since your transformation? I mean... The...fur or whatever it is covers fine enough but what about when you want to get dressed up for say some kind of special event?

Tryndamere walks up to Varus, and gives a sly smirk. "I believe my queen has more skill with a bow. What do you say to this?"

Varus's eyes narrowed at Tryndamere. "You may think so, but did your wife ever have to stand guard at a temple, and brought arrows between the eyes of men. Noxian, after Noxian until the sun had set?"
Summoner,

I have actually, and have done so... However the blight energy makes wearing pants rather uncomfortable, so I refrain from doing so. As for when I go to special events, I don't dress up. Most of the times I have to act as a guard at the doors because they're afraid that the blight will infect, yet I don't blame them...

-Varus

One more questions Varus, When training with your bow (Which I assume you do regularly to maintain your skill ) What kinds of practice do you use? Things like targeted shooting or power training?"

Mostly long distance targeted shooting. Most of the times they're moving targets, but some days I'm tired from League business, so I just do non-moving long distance targets.

Randle walks into Varus's chambers, his cane making small sparks as it hits the ground.

"Hello there, Varus. I'm here because, even though the mass stories of the Grand Library explained your story well, there's still a few things that puzzle me."

Randle pulls out a list out of his robe and scrolls down to "V"

"Ahh yes...I was intrigued by your skill to defend your village's temple, To be able to hold off a full horde of Noxian soldiers alone is no small feat. But after your village perished, you allowed what you were trying to defend consume you. Do you feel getting revenge on every Noxian invader would be worth what the corruption magic has done to you?"

-Randle Grend, Respectable Summoner

The overly manly hunk of meat known as Gragas appears out of nowhere in the manliest ninja manner as possible. So he appears in front of the other, not really manly, beardless Varus, and leans forward with an overly manly frown, in the most expectant manner. Now he asks the overly manly question, but before that was THE question o' champions:

WHAT'S YER BREAKFAST O' CHAMPIONS?!?!?!

"Also, does it' 'ave bacon in it?" the manly hunk of meat asks as he points a manly police nightstick to the beardless unmanly man's face, frowning especially to expect that Varus eats bacon, or else...

Varus sighs a bit seeing Gragas enter. Oh boy... How was THIS going to turn out? "If you must know I-" Oh hi police nightstick. He pushes the stick away. "If you must know, I have some eggs in the morning with toast. Sometimes there's bacon, and sometimes there isn't. Now, are you going to ask me a REAL question?" He said, sounding a bit irritated.

"Ah.. Hello Varus, I trust you've been well? Fell any more of our most mutual enemy?"