Jarvan was no stranger to the Crownguard estate, having spent many of his days as a youth there with Garen and, indeed, Luxanna, though she was often the target of harassment by the two. Boys would be boys, after all. Sunlight glinted off of his golden plates as he walked through the grounds toward the main building. He scowled at the sight of the Noxian guards as he walked in, and he cast his gaze over the partygoers. His eyes soon found their target. Swain stood off in the corner, alone. Thankful he had opted to bring his lance today, just in case, Jarvan immediately headed for Swain.