"Shit. He said it would be here, it has to be. I just wasted time and gold on this, and I'm getting what I came for." Sivir continued to sift through the urns and vases that lay askew in the tomb she was currently in. Each opened to a mixture of sand and dust. Hours spent on this activity had left her drained, both physically and in terms of patience.

Nasus trudged through the sand just outside of the tomb that Sivir had been within, an uneasy feeling coiling deep in the Curator's gut. Furrowing his brow, he turned on his heel and went inside the tomb. Descending inside, he manouvered safely before he came across the sound of pottery being shoved around. Nasus held his cane at the ready, going deeper to inspect the sound. It was none other than Sivir, the infamous Battle Mistress.

"Sivir, what is your purpose here, in this tomb? It is not something you should be defacing in such a manner." Nasus rested his cane down, glaring directly at the woman. He would not act without answers, first.

Sivir was opening a large urn when Nasus spoke. His deep, bass voice and her not-knowing he was there startled her, causing her to jump. She turned around, prepared for a fight. "By the Gods, Nasus... you could at least knock! I'm looking for... things. I probably own this pyramid thanks to my royal lineage, so I think of it as house cleaning. What's it you? You sure have done a great job of keeping people out places in the past."

"Knock? There is no door." He walked over to her side, looking down at her curiously. "Do not abuse your lineage to Azir, Sivir. You are a powerful warrior, do not stain it with such brass accusations. This tomb could belong to anyone, but I cannot tell."

Sivir laughed and shook her head, going back to rummaging through the urns. "Ha. I like the compliment, but I wouldn't say I'm abusing it. I could do WAY more if I really wanted to. What are you doing here anyway?"

"You are forgetting I am Ascended. I go where I will to be." The Curator stated simply, moving to look over into what Sivir was looting. There didn't seem to be much of value in this ruin, as far as they both knew. And yet… it seemed vaguely familiar to him. "Why have you come here, Sivir? This tomb is practically empty."

"That's the problem. There is nothing here, nothing worth taking." Sivir sighed and placed the cover back on the urn. She jumped and sat atop of it, reaching up to Nasus's chest level. With a groan, Sivir dropped her head into her hands. "These tombs are always empty. I keep telling myself there's gotta be something left. But each and every time there isn't anything."

Nasus looked around the tomb. "Many of the tombs today have been scavenged to a point where the walls that once stood proud are nothing but crumbling pebbles among the sand." The Curator moved to one of the walls, brushing his hand over it as dust flew off of the rocks. "But that is what your people say, when there is still much value to every tomb above the sands. Look." He urged Sivir to stand, taking his hand and swiping it across the tomb's wall, revealing beautiful hieroglyphics.

Sivir brought her head up to see the symbols. Though she had spent some time with Azir, he had only taught her some of the hieroglyphics, even fewer actually stuck with her. All Sivir saw was hundreds of little drawings that made one big picture. Sivir raised her head and responded dismally "What could these dusty walls have? It's just records of a past time. The last relics of a greater civilization."

"Exactly. They have value beyond belief of what your people consider to be treasures." Nasus took Sivir's hand, pressing it to the wall. "These are what I consider the true treasures of Shurima. Gold and other coins have no value to me."

Sivir felt Nasus's hand and blushed. His palm was rough, but the fur wisps that flowed over the back of his hand were soft and tickled her. The coolness of the wall had conflicted the warmth coming from Nasus. "I don't know. I could get ten copies of these walls with some gold."

Nasus sighed, but as he looked over the wall, he noticed something… off. "...Every tomb's history has it's secrets. And no one realizes that they are all within their walls." He raised Sivir's hand up to one of the higher points of the wall, pressing her finger against a small groove, the symbol inside resembled a canine. The walls began to shake, and the hieroglyphic's sinked down into the earth, revealing a walkway.

Sivir looked in awe as the wall slowly transformed into a hall. She grabbed all her equipment and started a run down the walkway. "Thanks, love! I'll be sure to save some- if you make it in time."

Nasus reeled back slightly by hearing her words. "Love?" He murmured, following Sivir down the hall momentarily after. He was curious himself as to what lay within.

It was dark. The dry air had cooled and created a wind tunnel in the hallway. Light from Sivir's torch bounced around, creating a warm orange glow around her. She had slowed down from her earlier sprint to make sure there weren't any traps. She turned her head and shouted back at Nasus. "Hey, catch up! There is something great ahead, I kno-". Suddenly Sivir shrieked as she fell and was hung upside down. Her torch and tools fell with a clank on the stone floor.

"Fool." Nasus muttered, quickly making his way to her. He reached up to untie her legs, carefully helping her to stand upright. Once he assumed Sivir was balanced, the Curator reached down to pick up her things, holding them out to her. "You are infamous for your treks within tombs. Be more careful."

Sivir shook the dust off of herself and grunted, "I could've gotten out of that myself." She couldn't shake the shivers she felt when Nasus' hands brushed against her. Sivir took her things from him and continued on into the hall.

Sivir, now carefully, walked slowly down the hallway. The wind had picked up and was audible. The torch was flickering and dying out. She picked up her pace.

"This hall is large. I am curious as to what lies within." Nasus's voice echoed down the dark hall, along with his cane's drop upon the floor with every step he took.

Sivir began to panic as the torch flickered out. Just as the darkness in the tomb surrounded them, she walked into a wall. She tried desperately to push it open but to no avail. "Hey, Nasus! Wanna put some of those nice arms t- I MEAN MUSCLES. JUST GET OVER HERE." Sivir's eyes widened when she said that last comment and she just tried to think he didn't hear it.

Approaching the wall, Nasus set his cane aside and pressed his palms to the stone. "You are acting strangely, Sivir. We will discuss it after this venture." With that, he turned his attention on the wall, positioning his feet. He began to push, a grunt of strength left the Curator as he moved the stone out of the way.

As Nasus was pushing the stone out of the way, something strange happened. Light. A great room appeared, as if from thin air. Torches on either side, not of the normal orange but of blue fire. As the room was slowly lit with a dull cyan, she stared in awe at the room itself. The walls gilded in gold. Urns and vases coated with thousands of years of dust. Piles of gold in the farthest corners. "I finally found it. I... I don't even..." Sivir gasped, she couldn't even speak, her greed overwhelming. "I have all that I need, right in this room." She started laughing.

"Sivir." Nasus quickly called, taking the mercenary by the shoulder. She slowly turned towards Nasus and just… grinned. "You're not stopping me. I know you'll try, but you are not getting in my way." Sivir quickly pushed him away from her and took a few steps back. "I'm going to count to three... either you fight me, or you walk away."

Nasus furrowed his brow, picking up his cane and stepping towards her. "Under normal circumstances, I would allow you to plunder this tomb. But..." He turned his head, pointing his cane to the farthest wall. "This tomb belongs to an Ascended; to me, Sivir." On the wall he was pointing to, lay an inscription of Nasus himself, the tomb was his. "It is not yours to take."

Sivir grabbed the ring on her belt, with a click, her legendary blade sprung to life. Plated in gold, she pushed another button and the blades began to rotate. "It's not stealing if they're dead."

"You would kill me, when you have been fawning over me this entire time? You do not need these spoils, Sivir. You're life is already a pleasant one, do not force my hand." Nasus bellowed his voice, slamming his cane down onto the stone floor. He would not relent.

Sivir frowned and snarled, "Yes. Yes I would. You're nice to look at, but that conscience is not going to get in the way of me and this treasure. I would take you, me and shower if I could, but if you're in my way, you're not going to stay there for long."

Nasus coughed awkwardly, that was... something, definitely. He had... an idea. It made him smirk. Walking over to Sivir with a snarl, he swooped her up into his arms, forcing her weapon out of her hand, and carrying it in his right. "Perhaps you may return to this tomb at a later date, Sivir. But today is not that day. I have a compromise that does not involve conflict." Amusement was apparent in his tone, carrying her all the way out of the tomb and into the sun and the sand. With a kick of the stone tomb behind him, he sent it rumbling down into the sand. Covered once more. After all, it was his tomb.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? NO! LET ME GO! YOU STUPID BEAST, LET! ME! GO!" Sivir kicked and flailed about in his arms. She punched his back and tried to knee him in the stomach.

Nasus set Sivir down, handing the weapon back to her. "I am assuming you got your childish fit out of you, yes?" He cocked his head slightly, looking down at her with great amusement.

"I better get a nice date out of this.", she grumbled "Seeing as you just attempted to challenge me to a petty fight, that is unlikely." Nasus laughed, crouching down into the sand. "What was your intention, Sivir?"

"My intention? Take all the riches and leave. Maybe retire. Maybe get a new outfit? Anything I could've ever wanted and needed."

"I thought your mercenary life set you up for such greatness already, why search for more when you had enough?"

Sivir stood up and shook off the sand on her. She snickered at his question, "You have got to be kidding me. Mercenary work doesn't pay as well as I'd like it to. It isn't all too available because everything is handled through the Fields of Justice. Mercenary work hasn't gotten me shit! You want to know why I want more? It's cause I have to. I need it. You think I can keep this up forever? I know I'm getting older everyday. I want the life. To settle down, and live my golden years in peace with some fucking cool stories for my children."

"I consider you a friend, Sivir. All you must do is ask, and I will help you." Nasus spoke softly, now understanding Sivir's side to things. Sure, her approach on the situation was... inappropriate, but her greed for such pleasures is common among humans.

"Great, a friend. That's a cute sentiment. Maybe next time I'll ask you not to fuck me over like that. It'll definitely help me." Sivir sighed impatiently and looked around, the desert stretching around them.

"Do not blame me, Sivir. It is childish to think that because you saw it, that it is yours. The hieroglyphics in that tomb were of my Ascension." Nasus stood, resting his cane down. "I assume you desire to get to civilization. I can take you there."

Sivir waved him off, and started walking in a random direction. " You've helped enough, I'm sure I can find it myself."

"The direction you're going now is not to civilization." Nasus's face grew a smug look, following behind Sivir.

Sivir groaned and kicked the sand. "After you."

Nasus chuckled, turning to the left, he began walking. "It should not be far. Just over those dunes is the first town."

Sivir reluctantly followed. After a couple minutes of silence in the heat, she asked, "So... um... anyone you like? Like in a love-y manner. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"I am an Ascended. I have no time for such trivialities, Sivir. Perhaps if I were a man again, I would."

"Trivialities? If you're Ascended, then you have like millions of years left! Considering the fact you don't do anything anymore, you sit all day and go to the League's library, I would say you have a LOT of time. That last one... well, I can fix that one." Sivir smirked with the last comment.

"You realize if I were to love a mortal, they would die quickly in my arms. I cannot give my heart to a mortal who will have a short life. It would be too much pain."

Sivir made a pouty face and said, "Not even for a little? Even one day? Come on, you know you've been craving some kind of love. You can't stroke yourself forever and be sane."

"I do not hold the same primal urges as humans, Sivir. If I crave any sort of bond, it would be an emotional one. A bond does not need sexual activities to be a happy one."

"I'm not saying that... I mean, yeah sex is great. But think of it, you could literally watch your kids grow up. You can watch their kids, and the kids after that. You could always be there for them..."

"I... never saw it like that. I suppose that is a benefit of an eternal life." Nasus smiled down to Sivir, before looking ahead again. They were close to the town now.

"But whatever, we're almost there..." Sivir sighed and kept walking, as the final dune was passed over by the two.

Nasus stopped outside of the town, resting his cane in the sand. "I cannot accompany you, for obvious reasons."

Hearing Nasus say he couldn't accompany her made her turn around, looking up to him in confusion. "I don't see why not."

"The Ascended do not usually wander among the people. I do not want to cause a stir." Nasus looked into the town, around the people. "When an Ascended shows, it is usually for a purpose."

Sivir sighed and shook her head, "Just follow me and let me do the talking. These people know me well enough to understand."

"If you insist." Nasus shrugged, following Sivir into the town.