A/N: While attempting to win over Irelia, Arvile meets an unexpected champion from the league. AKA Arvile is bad at listening to directions.
This chapter was written pretty much entirely by Midnightfluff, so all credit goes to her for this chapter. I CAN'T DO PICK UP LINES
Confidence renewed Arvile got up and headed towards the rooms. He knocked on the last room to the left, but was only met with silence. After realizing he wasn't going to receive an answer, he decided that he would try to woo his way into the room.
"I feel that you were acting shy out there. How about instead you and I meet up at dawn to practice 'tactical' maneuvers"
Again, he was met with silence.
"I have an inkling that your sword would look amazing in the morning sun."
At this statement, the occupant of the room muttered "sword?"
"Yes, I really love the way it glistens like a diamond."
Suddenly the door slams open, but instead of finding Irelia he is met with a man whose armor glowed like gems and his hair was draped elegantly upon his shoulders.
After seeing the figure in front of him, he stammered "Y-y-you're n-n-not Irelia!?"
The man replied, "And you know nothing of gems!" Enraged by this plebeian's lack of gem knowledge, he dragged Arvile into the room.
Iroh was finishing up his shower when he heard a boom that suspiciously sounded like his wall was breaking. Stepping out of the bathroom, he noticed that he has a new wall decoration.
"So lad, this is where you've been the last few hours. What have you been up to all this time?"
Still dazed from being thrown through a solid wood wall, he mutters, "A sapphire is a ruby."
On the other side of the wall, Iroh heard a man shout, "It's the other way around! Have you learned nothing from our time together!?"
A/N: Why was the leagues most fabulous resident in the inn? He may have heard about a cache of gems in Ionia's mountains, maybe he had a hot date? Possibly both, the world may never know...