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It was either tragic or hilarious that the pair thought they were being quiet. Ahri's ears quirked forward, neatly triangulating the source of the heavy breathing that had lured her down here. Normally, it would be an ideal spot for a tryst- a series of cluttered storage rooms underneath a venerated Ionian temple. Dusty relics, ancient calligraphy scrolls and tomes of poetry and philosophy, incense burners that were corroded with age... Even the monks that curated this collection rarely ventured down the rickety stairs, and that was under normal circumstances. At the moment, rather massive delegations from both Noxus and Demacia were yelling