There was something so satisfying about finding obscure ways into the city that wanted her head. She liked the danger of it, and reveled in the fact that she never had been caught, and most likely never would. The Mistress of Battle sat in the back of the shady bar, settled into a booth shrouded in shadow. Despite her security in the fact she probably would not be caught in Noxus, She was covered up head-to-toe in dark street-clothes, and she fit in nicely in the underbelly of Noxus. Her disguise consisted of a dark scarf that was hanging loosely around her neck. The scarf itself was pulled up over the lower half of her face, resting on the bridge of her nose. An equally black sweater kept to her figure nicely, the sleeves long enough to cover most of her fingers. On her hands were leather fingerless gloves. Dark grey pants and a pair of slightly scuffed knee-high boots covered the lower half of her. Sivir wasn't wearing her tiara, as she figured it would be too recognizable. Her crossblade was back at her hotel hidden from sight but her trusty dagger was shoved into her boot. She pulled down the black scarf with a single finger to sip at her drink, then replaced it so it settled over her nose leaving only her eyes revealed. She watched the interactions exchanged by the people in the bar. A man in a hat, who she assumed was Twisted Fate, was beating a thuggish man at cards. Sivir guessed this could be considered a vacation, depending on who you asked.

Her tribe of treasure-hunting warriors, the Albuul Sheffra, had come upon a time of plenty where raids weren't needed to sustain the camp. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she missed the thrill of battle and the taste of being able to escape death. She'd fallen prey to the sickness known as cabin fever, and it was driving her mad. The last action she had seen was from months before, when she had helped a man from Bilgewater capture a fugitive weapons trader that was holed up in Shurima. Afterward, she had struck up an unlikely friendship with the man, despite his cocky nature and infectious, lively behavior, and they had exchanged letters when possible. After their adventure, she had spent the time working on menial tasks, but they were often finished early leaving her with long expanses of time. She would pace the camp hoping, praying that someone would attack them so she'd have something to do. Her second in command Yeltz and many of the fighters of the tribe noticed this. They had eventually confronted her and told her it might be time to take a sabbatical and relax for a bit. She reluctantly packed her bags and ventured off, eventually finding herself in the dangerous city-state of Noxus to visit her old haunts.

She had been very young when she was first approached by Noxus for a job as the personal mercenary for the High Command. She saw it as an opportunity to hone the skills she had cultivates over her life, and left Yeltz in charge of the Albuul in her absence. Working for Noxus had been rewarding and interesting. She made more gold killing high profile targets than she had ever seen while raiding other tribes in Shurima. As nice as it was, the people of the High Command were cruel, and over time her work left a bitter taste in her mouth. When she heard that Noxus was planning to invade and take over Ionia, she put her foot down. She had taken the first ship to an outlying camp on the Ionian shore and demanded that Noxus leave the Ionians alone. She predicted that it would only end in a bloody stalemate, with many losses on both sides. Borram Darkwill, the Grand General of Noxus, saw her act as treason and exiled her from Noxus after taking all the property she had accumulated. Sivir was this as a blessing in disguise. She missed the desert and her Tribe, so she packed up her gold and headed home.

Sivir sat in the dimly lit bar, watching people drink and listening to their chatter. Sivir was about to signal the scantily clad waitress to bring her another drink when the door of the establishment was kicked open. Her heart all but jumped out of her chest thinking that the worst had happened..that she'd been found out. All she had was the dagger in her boot to fight with, and the Noxian police were known for their brutality. She didn't want to face Draven's axes on her vacation. It was then she registered the intruder had quickly darted across the room, firing arrows at a regular who was ducking and running to avoid getting shot. She was not the target, and she let out a breath she'd been holding. As the man scrambled across the floor in front of her booth, a stray arrow from the attacker wedged itself into a column next to her.

The arrow's shaft was a deep cobalt color, and the feathers were of a heathery silver. She knew those arrows. Stealthily she rose from her booth, and found a strategic spot from which to aim. She bent for her dagger, unsheathing it. In a swift motion, she hurled it across the room, pinning the man's shirt to a wall. She kept her face covered as she walked across the bar, which was know a mess of cards, spilled booze, and bewildered denizens. The archer stopped firing mid-arrow, and eyed her suspiciously. she ignored him, and grabbed a fist of the man's shirt.

"How much are you worth?" she asked in a low voice. The frightened man said nothing to her, as he was staring at the hooded archer who was approaching them. She felt a hard hand on her shoulder. "Back off. He's mine." She only chuckled and backed off slightly, dropping the man's shirt and yanking her dagger out from the wall that pinned him. The archer grabbed him and tied his hands behind his back. "No need to be so pushy," Sivir said as she lowered the scarf from her mouth and tipped back the archer's hood, "I was only trying to help, Von."

A smile broke across his face "Sivir? My...I haven't seen you in quite a while. It's really good to see you" His hand found her forearm, and he bowed shortly at the waist. Hm, So he'd remembered how to greet someone in Shurima. How clever. "I appreciate your help. Keep an eye on him while I apologize to the bartender and pay him for damages." He winked and turned on his heel, making his way to the bar and occasionally pulling his summoned arrows out of furniture and magicking them out of existence. She only rolled her eyes and lifted her scarf back up over her nose. Luckily he hadn't spoken loud enough for people to hear who she was, not like any of them would have the manhood to turn her in.

Von returned shortly after gathering his arrows and paying the bartender for damages. He grabbed the rope that bound the fugitive's hands, lifting him out of the chair and onto his feet. "I need to go turn this one in. Mind if we catch up somewhere after? It's been so long." Sivir nodded at him. "I am feeling a little hungry. I know a place we can meet." She grabbed a napkin from the table and swiped a pen from one of Von's pockets. She penned an address onto the napkin and gave him back his pen. "Meet me there. I can't go with you to the office. You know….Noxians." He nodded in understanding. Von pushed the man out the door roughly, threatening him not to run under his breath.

It felt strange to be excited to see him. He'd stopped writing back, and she had figured it was due to a busy schedule or his messenger hawk getting lost. But now he was here in Noxus hunting down criminals. She found it ironic, since she was technically a criminal within city limits. Regardless, she was pleased to see her pen pal. She finished her drink and left money on the table before slinking out into the night. She stuck to the alleys in order to avoid civilians and any unwanted military attention, until reaching the restaurant she had penned on the napkin. She went inside and seated herself in a private booth towards the back of the dining area, and waited for Von to arrive.