As strange as it might be, she just didn't have much of an opinion on any of the other Champions.
Even now, while sitting at a lone table, she thought about it. Of course she had what people would call friends -that is, if a giant spider worshipper and a power hungry general counted as some- she just didn't have anyone close enough that she could talk to. And that suited her perfectly. The Matron of the Black Rose didn't need any ties to drag her down.
The Deceiver snorted, twirling her glass of wine in her hand distractingly. With the book forgotten, she took a small sip of the red liquid as her eyes wandered accross the hall. While she was sitting in silence, loud conversations and irritating laughter boomed in the dining area, making her ears ring.
As ever, the Noxian table was the noisiest of them all, voices raising much faster than any other. Even from where she sat, orange eyes caught onto the rather rude gesture the Sinister Blade gave the Hand of Noxus. Both stood up with their hands slamming down onto the table, proceeding to stare and snarl at each other. And both of their younger siblings observed the lively situation, grins slapped on their faces, indicating that they were actually enjoying this.
I wonder who will pounce first, she mused.
Opposite those rowdy Noxians sat Freljord, the Avarosan being the biggest faction there. Queen Ashe and King Tryndamere took the head of the table. The Mage let herself linger on the Avarosan leader. The fact that she was still young and still lacked experience would come in handy one day.
And that was the only opinion LeBlanc had on her.
The dark haired woman sighed, her hand coming up to readjust her slightly crooked hat.
Ionia, Bilgewater, Mount Targon, The Shadow Isles, City states that were all so boring and uninteresting; their only use being at her disposal if the Black Rose ever needed to make a move.
She didn't even look twice at Demacia prefering not to be blinded by everything that was good and justice.
Weak, deluded and easy to manipulate.
There were however two city states that rather piqued her interest, and that was saying something:
Piltover and Zaun. From what she gathered, each resident was as clever as the other. Some were scientists, some were specialised in the law, while others held the most wicked minds, coming up with twisted strategies that even she would struggle against. With their knowledge in Hextech and machinery, the champions always seemed to have a different way of seeing things, their way of thinking being much more methodical and rationnal.
They each build their own weapons to match the way they fight, she had once been told by a Summoner that was also a huge Piltover-enthusiast.
And LeBlanc decided that she liked that. Many would say that she didn't look the part, but the Deceiver liked to hold exciting debates in which only intellect would shine through. Something that she couldn't bring herself to do with most of the other champions.
Too predictable, too easy to foil, she had once told Elise, the Spider Queen who was most likely too occupied with her book to listen to a word she had said.
No matter, Emilia LeBlanc actually liked the champions of Piltover and Zaun for their sharp minds.
And as if they were on queue, a few champions turned around to gaze at their voyeur. For the Sheriff of Piltover, her paranoia had probably tipped her off that they were being observed. And Twitch's senses were as good as they always had been, the rodent turning around to stare at her with a grin.
Her own growing, LeBlanc pushed her chair away, rising from the table. Grabbing her book, she gave an amused chortle as she quietly tipped her hat to both.
Then the Deceiver disapeared in a puff of smoke, turning into the center of attention for many in the room.
