Ahri

Man who ended up in desolate forests of Ionia, now facing a new threat must take action. He can talk Ahri, the viscious, soul eating predator out of killing him, or overpower her. None of those are looking like possibilities. But those who don't take the risk, will never taste the wine. Ask her, to sit by your bonfire or try to kill her. It's up to his decision.

Him: The tall man, in black armour sat in front of the bonfire next to a forest. "Quiet steps, not heard you until you passed five meters away from me. Interesting."

Ahri: I stare with great interest at your armor "I will take it as a compliment. The Ionian forests are home for many dangerous animals, one can not really afford to walk loudly around here, else you will be hunted yourself. And that is a fate I wish to no one."

Him: "I do know the struggle of Ionian forests." He said calmly. She could tell he was a noxian by his noxian armour. It was spiked with petrucite, which made it magic resistant.

Ahri: "You are Noxian then, yes? I was not hoping to run into someone of the empire. How much of yours remained on Ionia after the war?" She asked with cold tone, obviously disdaining Noxian soldier. "You seem to wear petricite... I hope you're not here to hunt me down?"

Him: "Not until someone pays for your head." He responded in his low voice, knowing well she might attack in any minute.

Ahri: "So you are a mercenary then. So am I in a sense. Well not exactly, I work for others with the sole aim of restoring balance. No, that is a lie, I do like to be paid." She sat down on the cold ground, piercing him with her golden eyes. So, how much would I need to pay you to hunt down someone of value?

Him: "Depends. Killed a vastayan official once, for ten thousand golden coins. But the prices differ. The time of the year, how quick it must be done. There are lots of variables." Noxian soldier replied, explaining her that there are no fixed prices. He was the best, and he priced his services as premium.

Ahri: "Ten thousand coins, for taking a life. Disgusting." She said with even more of disdain in her voice. She has crossed her legs, and waited for him, to tell her more. She saw him as a monster, who takes lifes for coins.

Him: "Do not try to trip me into guilt. Everybody knows the legends about Nine Tailed Fox. You have killed more men than I will meet in my life." He gave her a cold stare. One some level, they were similar. Yet so diffrent.