Hello :)

Thanks for clicking on my fanfic, I hope you have a good time reading it. Now I've actually changed the first chapter since writing the second chapter didn't go so well. The thing is, writing about the league and the institute of war is boring. Damnably so. I've decided to follow Riot's decision in removing the league altogether, Sithiss can actually go out and do stuff this way instead of the mandatory judgment and league matches. This won't matter in the major plot in any way so I hope it's a better read this way.

Anyway, I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Edit: Minor chances


The inn, a place where many a man or woman can relax by poisoning themselves, no questions asked. Sithiss found that he could meet the people, the actual people, of a state nowhere else than here. Here one could find the truth behind the stale facades that everyone put up in their everyday lives. But here, honesty filled the room as much as the stench of alcohol did. Here, secrets were laid bare, and there was nothing that Sithiss loved more than that.

But first, he needed a meal.

He pulled his hood closer over his head and took a seat at the bar. He had a rather peculiar appearance, an appearance that someone would remember forever, and that was the exact opposite of what he wanted. He may know little about the world and his past, but he did remember what he is. Being famous, or infamous for that matter, was bad for his field of work; it meant you did the job badly.

Two burly hands were placed on the bar in Sithiss' sight. "What'll you be having?" A rough voice asked.

Sithiss hadn't made himself some money in a while, and traveling costs an awful lot of it he had noticed soon enough. He simply had little to spend at the moment. "Whatever's on the cheap." He answered.

The bartender huffed. "If you ain't got money to spend, just piss off." He said folding his arms over one another to solidify his statement.

Sithiss just chuckled. "Damn, is this that Noxian hospitality I've been hearing about?"

Sithiss looked up slightly, making sure not to reveal his face, and took a good look at the man. He was a wimp; he only looked tougher than he is. He could beat him within an inch of his life if he wanted to, but he was simply too tired to really bother now.

Surprise in guy's eyes. "You're not from around here?"

There goes his mask of toughness, broken by a simple question. "Who cares?" Sithiss bit him. "Just go get my fucking food."

The bartender raised a brow, but then walked away grumbling.

Noxus was so different from any other place he'd been, it's like they cared for nothing. Whereas the Shurimans at least cared for money these guys just shoo away potential customers.

Sithiss turned around on his stool and eyed the room for any potential pickpocket victims. It was half-filled with loud chatter, laughter and the clinking of glasses against one another. A pub like any other, except most of the men were killers. Sithiss just knew, he could see it in their faces, in the way they carried themselves. It seemed no one would be an easy target. He decided against stealing today, he had enough money to last himself until at least the day after tomorrow, no need for it now.

A tap on his shoulder pulled him out of his train thought.

"Here's your meal."

A well filled stew. It looked however more like gravy with some vegetables that lost their way. But the smell at least, that was good, that alone was worth the wait.

He handed the bartender some money and started chewing away at his meal. It tasted better than it looked and it was actually pretty nice. He made a mental note to enjoy the little things in life some more and got to eating. He was in fact so enthralled in eating he didn't notice someone else had entered the bar, or it was more like that someone didn't quite want to be noticed.

A hooded figure much like Sithiss self seated a couple of stools next to him. Sithiss noticed the figure as soon as he was finished with eating.

It was woman.

The shoulders were too small for her to be man. Of course she could just as well be a slender guy, but the fact that she's hooded when all the men aren't solidified his conclusion.

Noxus, or so he was told, was a place where anyone could be a someone instead of a nobody, even women. Why then, did she hide herself? Why would she keep up a façade at the one place it mattered the least? Sithiss' interest was piqued.

He motioned the bartender and made him bring a drink to her, wine of course. If he was to spend money he'd better do it right. He had seen this trick before back in some pub in Shurima, he figured he couldn't go wrong with it.

The bartender did as asked, even polishing the glass some extra before filling it with the crimson red drink and put it before the hooded figure. "From that shady guy over there." He said pointing a finger at Sithiss, who huffed. Smartass.

She raised her head slightly and only nodded, making sure not to say a thing, then gazed at Sithiss, her face still obscured by a cowl. Her head tilted slightly to the side, as if confused. She probably wondering how he knew she was a woman.

Then she stood up, taking her drink with her and took place on the seat next to Sithiss who waited in anticipation. She seemed to hesitate for a second before finally saying something. "Do you know who I am?" Came resolutely. A woman's voice, Sithiss was right. He felt proud that he still hadn't lost it.

"I know you're someone who doesn't want to be seen here." He ventured. "But your name? No."

A relieved sigh came from her. "How'd you know?"

"Your shoulders."

"My shoulders?" A hint of surprise in her voice.

"It's hardly noticeable, but your shoulders are a tad smaller than those of a man."

She put her elbow on the bar and leaned with her head on her hand nonchalantly. "That so?" He could see her face more clearly now; her hair was red and she bore a clear scar over her left emerald eye. She was beautiful, and that was more than enough reason to walk around covered in Noxus.

"Now you reveal yourself." She challenged, taking a sip from her wine. Her lips turned into a smirk, she already seemed slightly intoxicated.

He pondered that for a while. How would she react to him? She probably would've a great many questions but he wouldn't have the answers. It would be good though to make some allies here in Noxus though.

"There's a reason." He answered, ending his reverie. "It's… it's how I look. You'll probably think I'm a weird."

"I can handle weird." She said gazing into the distance, clearly with someone in mind.

"I'm not human."

"Not human?" She chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "I'll see it when I believe it."

Sithiss looked around to confirm that no one was watching them and then pulled his hood slightly back to show the lower half of his face; a grey beak.

She laughed. "Who'd have thought? Family of Swain?"

"Swain? Who's that?"

"If you don't know who Swain is, you've lived under a rock." She put bluntly.

This time it was Sithiss who laughed. "Yeah in fact, somewhat."

He had woken up a couple of months ago in a tomb in Shurima. A woman named Sivir found him when she was raiding that tomb. The thing is though, he doesn't remember anything. He doesn't know why he was put away in that tomb, he doesn't know where he's from and he has no clue about the current state of the world; including Swain.

The bartender suddenly slammed his fist on the bar right before Sithiss. "You're wasting space. Buy something or get out!" He shouted in a pathetic display of power.

A couple of the other men in the inn looked up to see what was going on. This wasn't good, he didn't want to attract attention. Neither did the woman.

It struck him then what Noxians did care for; Strength. The avian would repay him in kind.

Sithiss slammed his fist on top of the bartender, crushing it beneath and placing the other hand over his mouth to avoid a scream. "You just keep fucking quiet." He sneered. "You're gonna let me be, understood?"

In defiance the bartender said nothing, but his eyes averted. "Good." Sithiss ventured. "Now give me a beer."

The woman next to him didn't even as much as flinch to Sithiss' show of power. She sat there ever so nonchalantly sipping her wine. They waited for his beer to arrive before continuing their conversation.

It was a great conversation, to Sithiss at least. They were somehow the same he felt. The both of them liked knives for example and they both had a knack for stealth. He didn't outright ask it, but he figured her to be an assassin and one of high rank at that. She was probably famous here in Noxus and just wanted to drink some booze on her own.

He learned a lot about Noxus during the conversation. It was a damnable city he thought, even though the woman spoke about it with a fiery passion. Swain turned out to be the grand general, the king if you will, of Noxus. She confirmed that the only thing Noxians cared for was strength in all its forms and that with that little display of power of his he'd got himself some respect.

She also told him that all Noxians were xenophobic and that he had to watch himself. "What about you?" He had asked. "Are you xenophobic?"

"I can stomach you." She had replied with a coy smile but she was wary with him around, he could tell.

In the end, they didn't exchange their names and just left after sharing a couple more drinks. She had wished him good luck in visiting Noxus, he would need.

Sithiss himself rented a room and was readying himself to spend the night there. He looked at himself in the mirror. His red eyes looked a tad hazy from the alcohol but his feathers seemed to be in better shape than they were when he had awakened. His feathers are a black, tingeing on the dark blue side. His throat, chest and stomach are a tad brighter in tone. They glistened beautifully now and he was proud to see his body in such a great shape.

He locked the door and dimmed the candle. He didn't want to bother now thinking about what to do the next day. Tomorrow would bring a new day, he'll figure it out on the fly.