Ebon Casket Inn (Saxum)

Noxus exits his study with a light parcel in his left hand. His rubs the sweat off of his tightly cropped scalp using the back of his free arm. His short stature betrays his muscle tone; a sharp eye could pick out his sinewy bands and thick slopes that make up most of his figure. His brown eyed gaze meets Terme's, and he thrusts the parcel at the man.

"We should deliver this to lord Magnomi. Carry it for me, if you would."