Lee Sin sits in a meditative pose on a small wooden stool in the middle of his nearly empty room. The room is lit dimly by a single candle and there is a chill to it that reminds one of a cool autumn night. He has a look of concentration on his face and seems to emit a calm aura. When he speaks he does so with a kindness that can only be accomplished through hardships.

"Greetings friends, summoners and fellow champions. I have returned to answer your questions no matter what they may be. I will do my best to shed whatever wisdom I can upon you."

((I am going to ask the common question: ))

Breakfast of champions?

Was it hard to adjust to being blind?
-Kennen

((Blind bump.))

X knocks on Lee Sin's door

"Greetings great Blind Monk. I am Brandon, but please, call me X. I would like a meeting with you if you do not mind"

X waits at the door for a response.

Please to meet you Master Lee Sin. I am Brandon, but am usually referred to as X, a derivative of my summoner name Xcyper.

X bows his head in respect

"I'm Noxian in origin, but do not align myself with them. I grew up being bullied all of my childhood and teenage life. Getting beat up in school was a regular occurred. X's hands became visibly shaken as he remembered the past. As you can see I'm not the ideal 'look' of how a Noxian is supposed to be, very small and skinny compared to your average male. And I was never interested in combat to obtain positions of power. I was always interested in exploring this planet and becoming a summoner. But alas, to the point, Master. I've come here, to you, to ask if you may possibly teach me the ways of combat? ...No, not for abuse of it, or for power, but how to defend myself."

Lee Sin listened to X speak, smirking a bit as he spoke of his appearance. "Well actually." he says, tapping his blindfold with a smirk "I do not see what you look like." he chuckled a bit at his attempt of a joke then his face seemed to shift to a more serious look. "I can sense a determination in you, I have never trained anyone and cannot promise I would make a good teacher. My personal fighting style, for obvious reasons is something regular individuals cannot do. However." he says, thoughtfully stroking his chin. "If you are committed to this, who am I to turn you down." He smiles. "I will try my best to train you so that you may defend yourself but remember that combat is an art form that takes years upon years of training, even the greatest master is never finished learning more about the art."

X bows respectfully with a smile on his face. "I appreciate this, master! I know your style of combat focuses on other senses besides sight. X takes off his glasses revealing horrible gash from his left eye to his right. I'm not blind, but...I'm nearly there...assuming I don't have my glasses on ofcourse."