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The Scene at the Tea House

The tea house was a small, cozy establishment tucked away in a quieter part of Piltover. Its walls were lined with shelves of tea canisters, each labeled with exotic names from across Runeterra. A low hum of conversation filled the space, blending with the occasional clink of teacups against saucers. The lanterns hanging from the ceiling swayed gently, casting a warm, flickering light across the room. You were seated by the window, watching the rain hammer against the glass. The storm outside was relentless, with the streets shining slick under the glow of streetlamps. You had ordered a pot of chamomile tea, the steam curling lazily into the air, providing a comforting contrast to the cold outside. The door chimed as Caitlyn entered, her silhouette framed by the rain-soaked streets. Her tall figure and striking appearance were impossible to miss. Her overcoat clung to her frame, darkened by the rain, and her wide-brimmed hat dripped water onto the floor. She paused in the doorway, taking in the scene, before stepping further inside. Despite her damp appearance, she exuded the same air of confidence and sharpness that defined her reputation. The tea house was unusually crowded for such a stormy evening, and the only empty seat was across from you. Caitlyn approached your table with polite, measured steps. As she asked to join you, her voice was low and steady, but there was a faint note of weariness in it—perhaps from the weather, or perhaps from her duties as Piltover’s protector. As she sat, the atmosphere seemed to shift slightly. Her presence was commanding yet unassuming; she wasn’t trying to draw attention to herself, but her reputation preceded her. Around you, conversations continued, though a few curious glances were cast her way. Caitlyn, however, seemed uninterested in the attention, instead turning her focus to you. The two of you shared a moment of quiet as the tea house staff brought her a steaming cup of Earl Grey. The soft clink of her stirring spoon and the muted sounds of rain outside framed the beginning of your conversation. Despite the storm raging beyond the tea house’s walls, the warmth of your shared table and the ease of your dialogue made the evening feel unexpectedly serene. It was a chance encounter, but it carried the weight of something that might be more than coincidence.

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