((If I'm not missed and Shyvana's just ignoring me IC, tell me and I'll remove this))

Shyvana looked at the scale thoughtfully.

"...I have many of his scales." Shyvana said slowly. "Regardless... thank you."

...Prince Jarvan is not the reason I grew up without the desire to destroy humanity. My father taught me that. Start by feeding this dragon pre-killed meat. Wiggle it around for him if he likes that, but he shouldn't kill anything before he understands what killing is.

I am a dragon, and a League champion, while you are yet another meaningless speck, a pathetic little criminal, with one or two tricks above a novice level. You are nothing before me.

I'm currently waiting on a fight that is taking an irksomely long time to set up, so it cannot happen for a while. Good to see that you have recovered, though. I too am all better.

Shyvana glances at Eve, suspecting her of plotting some no doubt nefarious activity involving sucking pain from someone innocent, or sucking... straws.

Demacians are not assassins, but we do have spies within our ranks. Shauna Vayne notwithstanding. She... does her own thing.

My favorite are the small, young cheese wheels. Their flesh is so tender.

Intelligence is an imperative war asset, That must be a highly secluded spy ring though... I thought I worked for nearly all of them at least once, guess I was wrong... I hope I don't get in their attention either... I always thought Vayne was.... more of a freelance to begin with... Should you know one of those spies, please tell them that I usually don't work for the same group twice in a row... I don't mind some action in my work, keeps it interesting, but I'd rather not be designated a permanent threat
-Dojel McCay, Courier, for if your message really has to get there-

You can just tell Luxanna, she used to be one.

oh...ALRIGHT!! so far MR. PIGGLES seems to REALLY like FISH which SHOULDNT be too HARD to GET. Also YOU wouldn't know of ANY friendly CELESTIAL Dragons AROUND here WOULD you?

Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty Shyvy-poo! Do please insult me more! It's so adorable that someone with draconic heritage, like yourself, is full of themselves. Believing themselves to be infallible and are ignorant of what lies beyond their little League shenanigans.

No, Shyvana. You are nothing before me. I transcend life and death. I lived so long ago that you weren't even conceived! I lived through a catastrophic war that saw the end of many things, many ways of life. A criminal? I used to be. Now I'm something more. Something that perseveres beyond mortality and undeath. You will die. Everyone will die. And I will stop at nothing until life itself no longer exists. Until there is only Death and emptiness.

A fitting fate for such a callous world, don't you think?

- Jaques

Celestial dragons? No, Lulu, I don't know any.

There is a Summoner who can barely speak common tongue and who constantly spews innuendo that he claims is unintentional. You are far more annoying than him.

...Thanks for the hint, before you tell me any more, remember that some people have ways of making you talk, and I'd rather tell honest distruths than lies, makes my job easyer and helps get it in people's heads that I'm not a spy myself. I didn't spend the last 7 years becoming better at my job to constantly get my job confused with some other jobs. Anyway, I'll stop spewing nonsense to you and get to a delivery I got here. hopefully, next time we meet I'm still neutral.
-Dojel McCay, Courier at your service-

Very well. Goodbye for now, Dojel.

Dear Shyvana,

Where did you learn to dance? On the fields of Justice you seem to have an oddly strange contrast between your dance and your other interactions. Also, when people make you dance in mid-match, do you resist it or do you relish the reprieve from combat and enjoy your cheerleader-esque jig?

Sincerely, The Chill of Revenge