And when I do even the armies of Noxus won’t stop my from leaving with Derrick.” He turned back towards her after jumping onto the windowsill, the look in his eyes betraying a burning ferocity that had, until then, been hidden deep within him. “Mark my words Cassiopeia Du Couteau, I will return. This is why I know Derrick is here, perhaps not at this moment but he’ll be back.” As he spoke he slowly turned away from her, showing his disrespect as he walked towards her open window. I know this game as well as any other Noxian. “I am pleasantly surprised you cannot tell.” He cocked his head slightly to the side, his smile fading. He smiled slightly at being called a foreigner, a small chuckle even escaping him. Which was why, after the incident, she always made sure Derrick was accompanied by someone. “As for your first question, I know my answer might upset you.” Given his size, she thought that a good punt given by a normal sized person would shatter a yordle’s ribs. I would have thought you wished to find your nephew as quickly as possible, but if you insist on taking time to assume I have something to hide…” She shrugged. “You still don’t trust me? I know I look snakelike and that I am a Noxian, but do all foreigners really think of us so poorly? We at least admire the other nations and city-states, not hate them.” Shaking her head, she smiled, “I must be boring you with politics. She could send him off on a ship for Ionia: that would be slightly better… But now wasn’t the time for that: now she had to focus on getting him knocked out or otherwise incapacitated. All the better to poison the problem and dump him in an alley - no, she couldn’t do that, he was Derrick’s uncle. Okay, so he wasn’t snapping at the bait: that specific call notifed her servants that she wanted discreteness in her mode of transportation.
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