Talon waited for a few hours until the man in front of him began to stir. The woman was still lying in a slump across his back and had been staring out into the distance with an unfaltering fixation. She appeared to be transfixed on something, and yet nothing, at the same time. Talon did not care about the strangeness of her actions, having already received the initial shock of it earlier, and presumed them to be some sort of side effect from the screams he had heard just awhile ago. Obviously, she was not all there at the moment, and that was all Talon needed to know.

The unconscious man moaned. Talon remained kneeling, and continued to stare at the two in front of him. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times, as if waking up from a bad dream. Talon grinned; he was all too familiar with the feeling. The man tried to sit up and found a weight on his back restraining him. He quickly came to his senses and remembered what had happened. Looking around at his surroundings, he spotted Talon and stared him down.

"Where is he?!" he yelled at Talon. The assassin obviously knew who the man was talking about, but decided to play dumb. It was best not to reveal any information about himself before he had to.

"Where is who?" Talon asked. The man snarled and tried to get to his feet. He was weak, and the action took some effort, but he managed to do so without dropping the woman with him. He felt his hip and noticed that his gun was not resting in the holster. He glared at Talon again. The stare persisted for a few moments until the man shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well what?" Talon replied.

"Do you plan to tell me who the hell you are and what you are doing here, or shall I ignore you and go on my miserable way?" The man proposed. Talon laughed in response.

"I could ask you the same thing." The man sighed at Talon's answer and decided to talk.

"What's the point. I've got nothing left as is. My name is Lucian. My wife's name is Senna. We came here to finish off the rest of these disgusting creatures until that one called Thresh stopped us. Now, here I stand. Weaponless, weak, afraid, confused, and holding the remnants of my wife over my shoulder. You?" Talon smiled sinisterly at Lucian's opening up.

"Talon. I hope to get off these Isles. Care to join me?"

"That doesn't explain much, but sure. What the hell."

"How did you get here?" Talon asked.

"By boat. But its a few islands back. We will have to backtrack quite a bit. It took us days to get to this point, but that was with demons in the way. We should be able to get out of here in about half a day's time. How did you get here?"

"Good. Let's go." Talon intentionally did not respond to his question and began to walk the direction in which Lucian had come from initially. Lucian sighed and began to walk before remembering his pistols.

"The hell'd you do with my guns?" He called out to Talon.

"Kicked 'em aside. They're over there in the grass," he said while pointing to the location of the runic weapons. "I had to make sure you were not hostile."

"And what makes you trust me now?"

"Nothing. Nothing unless you want your wife back." Lucian's eyes widened as he heard the words uttered from Talon's mouth. He quickly grabbed his pistols and his discarded backpack before running to catch up to Talon.

"You know how to cure Senna?" he asked.

"I may. There is magic in this world that seems to be able to cure most things. I cannot guarantee it, but it is most likely your best option."

"What is that?" Lucian asked.

"The League of Legends." Talon told him. A short silence ensued as the man pondered the words.

"I have heard stories about their magical strength. But why would they help me?"

"They wouldn't," the assassin said elusively. Lucian's heart sank.

"So why in the SHIT did you bother MENTIONING it at ALL?" he shot.

"You didn't let me finish you hotheaded buffoon. They wouldn't, unless you sought to give them something in return."

"Such as?"

"What do you think the League wants? You can figure this one out." Another short pause followed.

"Fighters?"

"Bingo. They want to keep fighting off of the streets, and inside of their walls. You just finished slaughtering an island or two full of undead beings. Perhaps they would like to keep your strength under their watch." Talon posed.

"Yeah, right. Like I'm going to let them keep me from killing more of these ghouls. I'll kill them until I die of old age. It'll be more of a hobby than it is now. I'll make games out of how many I can purge in an hour's time."

"You can fight against the strongest of them inside the League. They have representatives of the Shadow Isles there too. Unless you are afraid of them," Talon said. Lucian flared up at the suggestion.

"I have nothing to be afraid of."

"Good. So?" Lucian did not respond. Instead, he picked up the pace a little and took the lead. The two walked in silence and they eventually reached the body of water separating the isles. Lucian shifted into the water and began to side stroke with Senna held tight to his side by his free arm, and her backside against his hip. This kept her face out of the water, and allowed Lucian to swim to other side. Talon slipped into the water and swam across. He got to the alternate side much faster than Lucian did, but he waited. If the man really did have a boat, than he was definitely the ticket off of the dreadful island.

After Lucian had arrived at the other side, they continued to march through the jungle of dead trees. The only sound heard between them was the sloshing of their wet clothes as they walked. Aside from that, there were not even any leaves on the decaying trees for the wind to rustle. Talon wondered how he had managed to live as long as he did on the dreadful isles. He pushed the thought out of his mind and continued to follow Lucian. The route he was taking seemed to be retracing the steps Talon had taken two days ago. Perhaps he should have just set out in the opposite direction and he would have found Lucian's ship. Granted, the man would be stuck on the horrible isles with nothing more than a few day's rations and an inanimate wife, but that really would not have been a concern for Talon.

Talon left his thoughts to wander as they pushed forward. Lucian remained silent and kept to himself. The assassin speculated where he would go once they hit mainland. He had little to no intention on seeing Lucian to the League; telling him of it was enough of an act of kindness. Plus, Talon had many other things to get done before he wanted to set foot inside of the Institute of War again. He had not been able to find out as much information pertaining to Marcus' disappearance as he had intended to at first. The whole place was like a locked up vault. He had hoped to be able to get out and do some of his own research, but it may have been awfully suspicious to those in the League. However, it was a perfect opportunity, seeing as he was already considered missing.

Talon was not sure where to begin. On the night that he had received his wound, he had intended to confront Jericho Swain the next day. However, after spending so long with nothing to do but think and reminisce, he debated the benefits of that. He had discovered that the man he had seen in the vision inside of Marcus' room was, in fact, Swain; although, it had been a vision from quite a long time ago, seeing as Swain still had hair and the prince was a young boy. But, Talon was unsure what all he would ask of Swain. He could demand to know Marcus' location, but Talon still had no proof or indication that Swain knew where he was, or why he disappeared. All that Talon knew was that Marcus was aware of who Swain was, and wanted Talon to know that. He thought hard about potential routes and options that he had. Perhaps he should just gather more information on Swain, outside of the Institute of War. His name had become quite popular among Noxians, but Talon hardly paid it any mind; the troubles and gossip of the Noxian people were not a worry of his. The amount of gold that lined their loosely closed pockets however, was. He knew that Swain held a high military rank, so perhaps Noxus and its archives were a place to start.

Meanwhile, it seemed strange to Lucian to just be parading through the Shadow Isles without any undead beings to execute, but he it was not a strangeness that made him feel out of place. In fact, it made the desperate slog back to his abandoned boat quite pleasurable in comparison. His company seemed to be very quiet, and even less so of a people's person, so Lucian respected it for the time being. He had lost a bounty of tolerance in the recent events, but putting on a fake smile in attempt to make conversation took a lot more perseverance than just walking in silence; so he allowed it. It had been a very long time since he had traveled in silence. Senna was quite the talkative individual, which was part of what Lucian loved about her, and simply not hearing her voice was enough leave him uncomfortable: but not just any uncomfortable, an uncomfortable that felt like sitting on a new couch made out straw, when the old one was perfectly fine, and even enjoyable to sit on. He just felt a void, having had something stripped from his life. The concept was taxing on him and he knew that he had to make it to his boat, so he allowed the thoughts to make their way out of his head. He let out a sigh and continued onward.

A few hours later, night was beginning to fall, and the two arrived at the edge of the island where the boat was docked. Lucian led the way on board and Talon followed. Once inside, Lucian took a few minutes to lay Senna down on a cot and tuck her in tightly. He did not want her falling off and injuring herself as the boat rocked on the ocean's waves. Once he was finished, he raised the anchor, turned the boat around, set the sail, and off they went. Talon had not intended to simply sit around and watch, but Lucian did not bother asking for any assistance, and Talon was not going to do anything that he was not asked or told to do: both because it was not in his nature to be helpful, and that he did not want to accidentally break something that he did not own.

Night had set in before Lucian spoke to Talon. He had been sitting on the edge of the boat and staring out into the ocean. Talon's agility left him capable of balancing on the edge without fear of falling overboard as the boat swayed gently back and forth. Lucian remained at the helm, guiding the ship. In all honesty, it could have sailed on its own just fine, but the man felt a small solace in doing something other than sitting and staring.

"Do you want to rest? I can handle this alone," he said to his company. Talon did not move as he replied. If Lucian were not paying attention, he would have assumed him to be replying to someone out in the ocean.

"Don't worry about me. Get me if there is a problem. Otherwise, ignore me." Lucian scowled at this response but remained silent. He was so unused to being treated as a lesser. Most people were generally kind to him due to his friendly nature. Part of him had almost expected a bit of sympathy due to his situation. However, even though Lucian was unaware, Talon was being quite gracious in his demeanor compared to his normal self. Talon got up from his perch and slipped into the lower deck a little while later. Lucian had not even noticed his disappearance until he had reemerged with a blue cowl in one hand and a can of food in the other. Talon threw the food at Lucian and inspected the cowl.

"Where did you get this?" Talon asked.

"It was present on the ship when I got it. This was a gift," Lucian said, referring to the boat, while opening the can Talon had given him with a pocketknife.

"Whoever gave it to you knew where you were going," the assassin stated.

"How'd you know?"

"It's a magical item. They call it the Specter's Cowl. It's supposed to ward off demons and spirits. I doubt it works as well as one would hope, but that's what I have heard." Talon finished his sentence and ran the cloth through his fingers for another minute or two before letting the wind take it through the air. Lucian caught it as it blew towards him and he held it tight. Talon did not bother to look at Lucian as he pulled his own hood tight and placed himself back upon the edge of the boat, eating his own pilfered can of food. Lucian gripped the cowl tight and held it to his face. Senna had been wearing it when they came to the Shadow Isles originally. Just holding it made him feel warmth. He wrapped it around his head to help cut back some of the chill he felt; however, most of it came not from the wind, but straight from his soul, and the empty space that emitted it.