Visions flooded his sight; a corpse, an awfully familiar corpse, hanging from the gates of Noxus. The very same sight he had seen upon his ascent of Mount Targon. The implications of the man’s words suddenly set in, and Taric could feel his gut lurch within him. Such a tremendous loss of life would be in order if he did not comply…
What was one man’s slight embarrassment over the lives of hundreds - if not thousands?
“I-I will absolutely not go with the second option.”
Taric could feel his face flush yet hotter with each passing second.
“But if… if that means telling you about… him… then I will comply.”
He hesitated before slightly elaborating upon his statement. Upon reaching the end of his sentence, he began to mumble.
“He’s… He’s a Demacian, and he doesn’t exactly care for me too much… Not anymore, at least.”