Lux rolled her eyes. "I could say plenty about your dear, beloved Noxus as well, but I'm usually much more civil than to voice my distaste." Swiping the books from beside her, the sorceress pushed herself off the ledge. She fell swiftly but stopped just short of hitting the ground and instead, levitated. After a moment, she dropped harmlessly to the grass and stepped forward and away from the gate.

"If it would stop you from trying to read me, dissect my personality, or tell me exactly who I am, I'll gladly join you, Executioner." Tucking the folded map between a book flap and dropping the marker into her satchel, she looked up (and up--why were all men of the League so annoyingly tall?) at Draven. "Just what adventure did you have planned, anyways?" After all the inane chatter between the two, adventure was starting to sound like a fantastic idea.