Demacia : The Nobles court

Fiora turned to the outlaw just as she stabbed the training dummy in the head

"humph, I do believe zat these dummy's would prove a far greater challange then you were last night in ze fields." she retorted laughing.

"Which in any case was hardly a challange, no more zen a nightly practice." she continued retrieving her rapier in the process.

Fiora gave a distateful sniff and seemed mildly impressed, she proceeded to lean against one of the nearby pillars

"so what exactly brings you to ze nobles court? I thought you were trying to avoid ze nobles." Fiora asked.

Fiora smirked then snapped her fingers, a few moments later a servant came into the area with a wooden box.

"How about a rematch, yes? I hate to be indebted towards someone..." She muttered while the servant handed Graves the box.

"The next time, i assure you will be very different."

Fiora sighed shaking her head, she sheathed her rapier and walked towards the outlaw, taking a glass from the servant in the process.

"Just this once, yes?" She replied smirking, as she poured some of the bottles contents into the glass.

In the skies overhead, there hung a shadow far too large to be any sort of bird, or even Yordle flying machine. From a ground view, it appeared to be circling over the noble courts of Demacia, surveying the imposing structures and the surrounding grounds as if in search for something. After a brief time, the shadow made up its mind and angled into a sharp descent. By the time its features were becoming clearer, it was already upon the training grounds of the nobility. With a sound like a clap of thunder, Galio's wings snapped open to brake in mid-dive, though it did little to stop the mighty gargoyle from leaving a number of cracks in the earth where he impacted. His deceptively dull looking eyes quickly darted about, searching for Demacia's legendary Grand Duelist; with any luck, his arrival in the noble's region of the city would be announcement enough that he came strictly on business.

After Galio had finished brushing any traces of debris from his runic hide, the gargoyle entered a respectful bow towards the Grand Duelist, though not nearly as low as the bow he had offered Prince Lightshield earlier in the day. Truth be told, Galio had never truly liked the Grand Duelist. While her skill with a blade was nigh unparalleled, Galio regarded it as irksome that Fiora seemed unable to view the grand scheme of things occurring in and to their city of Demacia. At the same time, such matters as family honor and prestigious status were rather lost on Galio. Regardless, he bore a duty to fulfill.

"Fiora," Galio began, again with a respectful tone, but with a more blunted edge to it. "Prince Lightshield requests your presence in the Throne Room. He has told me that..."

The requested message made little sense to Galio in hindsight, but he supposed that it would register somehow with the petulant duelist he was to fetch.

"The Prince has told me that he would be willing to 'pretend' to allow you to defeat him in swordplay. However, I do doubt that he would also wish to speak to you concerning recent events throughout greater Valoran. He is likely occupied momentarily at present, if you are wishing to finish your dealings with...the Outlaw."

The final pair of words was practically spat; why the scoundrel would be in Demacia at present was beyond him.