"Sir, we can't find her anywhere on the grounds. The guest room was absolutely destroyed as well, but I think we have more pressing matters to attend to than finding a lone Yordle."
"No Xin, she is an Ambassador for the Yordle people, but more importantly than that, she is my friend. We shall find her before the ceremony or there shall be no ceremony."
Jarvan stood proudly once again, looking every bit the prince he didn't feel like. For the first time in his life, Jarvan felt like a scum bag. He had rejected many women before, but seeing Poppy cry like that had wounded him deeper than any sword ever had. He needed to make this up to Poppy somehow, but he could only think of one thing.
"Also, make sure to let her know that she can wear her armor to the ceremony, I know how she feels about dresses."
"Very well sire, we shall continue looking."
With that, Xin and his elite men went to comb Demacia for a single Yordle, who appeared to have rocked the guest room...like a hurricane.