Another day at the Embassy [Open]

The human stares at the guard for a few seconds, as if trying to think about how hard it would be to get past him if necessary. They then pull down the muffler obscuring the lower half of their face to speak in a gruff, feminine voice.

"Looking for the ambassador. She here?"

As if expecting "no" for an answer, the woman places her left hand over the hilt of the sword at her hip.

Fraya snorts in a vague affirmative, but says nothing to the guard, simply striding past him. Upon entering the ambassador's office, she turns immediately to Poppy.

"Ambassador."

Fraya bows slightly in what appears to be a sign of respect.

Fraya looks at the first guard, then at Malie, eyeing them as a predator would prey. She speaks in a tone trying very hard not to sound commanding.

"These two need to leave. Now."

Fraya turns her head from side to side, as if to check for signs of tapping. She then crosses her arms on her chest.

"If you're all I've heard you are, you shouldn't need those whelps. That matters not, however. I'm from a village far, far in the northern Freljord. We're officially sworn to Sejauni, but..."

Fraya trails off for a moment, as if collecting her thoughts.

"After the attack from those...what are they called, Void creatures? Whatever. After they attacked in Freljord, our matriarch, my mother, doesn't think we can rely on Sejauni if suddenly our village became the front against another attack. Now, we can handle Avarosan dogs fine enough, but those monsters, they can kill like nothing else can. We don't have the manpower to fight them alone, and our weapons are mostly what we can make by hand, scavenge, or take. I was sent here to find us a city state who can at least supply us with weapons and supplies to defend ourselves from the Void monsters if they come again. That, ambassador, is why I am here."

"You do not understand. My people are not Winter's Claw, we have never been Winter's Claw. We've sworn our swords to Sejuani, but we rule ourselves. We may have similar values, but we can see when we need help. We can't ask Sejuani for more troops because she might see us as being weak, and might try to destroy us, so we have to try different options. Piltover and Demacia are too self-righteous, and Noxus and Zaun are too unpredictable. Bandle is the only city state that my mother believes may support us."

Fraya pauses for a moment, so as to allow what she said to sink in.

"Do you see why none of what I've said may leave this room?"