"Do you think that I'm stupid, or do you just not care?"
"Stupid? I can hardly imagine having made such a claim."
"Coy, as usual. Zilean do you TRULY understand how much you need us?"
"I hardly know what you mean. I trust and respect you, just as I assume you do to me."
"Zilean, I WANT to trust you, but you refuse to allow me to. I have been watching your mana usage. Would you care to explain the influxes to me?"
"I am afraid I do not know what influxes you are referring to. Would you care to tell me?"
"You are acting dumb, old man. I know exactly what you are doing. But I will humor you regardless. A huge surge of mana intake took place in the same spot at the Institute just before Ezreal left, and just before he showed up. Any reason for that?"
"Are you suggesting that I sent him into the future? What purpose would that serve? Why not just let him wait?"
"The Shadow Isles, three nights in a row, maintaining singular positions for up to nine hours."
"You think I was on the Shadow Isles? The magic of most summoners does not work in that dreadful place. How would I manage to traverse there and stay well? As you said, I need your cure."
"Inside the Institute bar, for an hour, about a week ago."
"In the bar? Do I look like the drinking type?"
"Just moments ago, a large amount of mana was used, by you, in a concentration across the Shurima and to the Institute itself."
"Moments ago? Am I not sitting here beside you right now?"
"You FRUSTRATING old man! You are NOT answering ANY of my questions. You are subtly setting things up, a little here, and a little there. You think you can slide it off by making me sound like the insane one. You will NOT make me look like a fool," she spat. The interrogation room fell silent as both members glared at one another, waiting for one to give in. Their stubbornness clung to the air like smoke and Zilean finally spoke up.
"Vessaria? Could you do me one favor?" the old man asked in a firm voice.
"What?" she shot, clearly beyond annoyed by the questioning.
"Burn in hell." The remark provoked a sinister grin from Vessaria and she waved her hand past his face. He fell back, limp, and stared at the wall with a blank expression. He remained in place for a few moments until his gaze directed back at the woman. "Have..." he began. The pause enlisted confusion.
"Have... ?" she questioned.
"Have you seen my potato? I am looking for it..." The woman laughed aloud and walked out of the room.
"Yes, it is right in your chair," she snorted, leaving Zilean's mind to drift through time as his body lay consciousness, desperately anticipating return. Vessaria knew her next plan of action, setting out for the courtyard of the Institute of War to call for a gathering of all members of the League of Legends. Her messengers ran throughout the building, informing everyone in sight that the high summoners were calling for a meeting.
Kolminye stood in the center, waiting for all of her champions and summoners to gather about, before she gave a speech to inform them that they were moving to Noxus, in order to help defend against the Demacians, upset at the overturn of their King. Once she had finished, she led the way to the front gates of the Institute of War with all of League's champions and summoners following close behind.
She intentionally took them slightly off track from the direct course, making the march last much longer than it should have, to ensure that Noxus' forces would arrive first, and her army would fall in just behind. Her heart leaped with excitement as she saw the Noxian army standing in the distance. Part of her wanted to rush to their side, but she refrained from making any sudden moves; she had played the act well up until then, there was no point in destroying the illusion with foolishness.