Arcane

Hmm.

That was quite some shooting, Kiramman.

Did my parents pay you to let me win?

Hmm... That's a serious accusation.

You held your shot, I saw you.

The trophy is yours. You earned it.

You haven't answered my question.

No, your parents didn't pay me.

I just thought you deserved it.

I'm an enforcer.

For me, knowing how to handle this weapon means being able to protect people.

To be of service to the city. And that's trophy enough.

Begs the question, young Kiramman. What are you shooting for?

I took a look at your file.

There's no record of you or your crimes. What are you here for?

My sunny personality.

You attacked an inmate. Why?

Why not?

He was a witness in an ongoing investigation.

Hmm, bummer.

This was a waste of time.

Couldn't have put it better.

Hey, give Silco a kiss on that winning eye of his, will you?

Silco? The industrialist?

Okay, this is getting old.

Can you just send in whoever's gonna kick the shit out of me,

so I can get on with my night?

Does this mean anything to you?

Where did you get this?

- My question first. He worked for Silco? - Uh, they all do.

How can anyone not know that? Where did you find this?

There was an attack. This is evidence.

I need proof if I'm to believe what you're saying about Silco.

I could get it for you. Just not from in here.

In what mad world would I trust someone like you?

Someone like me?

You enforcers are all the same. Just asshole criminals in fancy uniforms.

You know what? Find Silco yourself.

I will, thank you.

Hmm... Undercity's gonna eat you alive.

I've got orders from Councilor Talis, concerning Inmate 516.

Not cooperative, huh?

You, uh, you want us to have a chat with her?

- No. - Oh.

It's for her release.

Huh. Since when's he a Councilor?

Since today.

How many chats have you had with her?

You know, I never even thought to count.

These brave Enforcers sacrificed their lives

to defend the values of our great city.

To some, they are mothers...

fathers, sons...

daughters...

but to all, they are heroes.

Who was this, Daddy?

A good woman.

You said you could control her. I lost six officers. Six!

She pushed it too far this time. The Council's up in arms.

I can't make this go away for you unless you give me something to work with.

Arresting her would be doing you a favor.

I don't need favors.

I need you to do your job.

The Firelights have been a thorn in both our sides.

They ambushed my shipment at the Hexgates on the same day as the attack.

It seems to me the Council has its culprit.

Oh, that's tidy for you.

What if I'm not interested in playing along?

We've accomplished a lot together, Marcus. Sheriff.

And there is more yet to achieve.

I hope you can remain a part of it.

For their families. From an anonymous, concerned citizen.

Yesterday's smuggling fiasco was nothing.

These manifests are full of discrepancies, dating back months.

This is a poor use of our time.

I'm a Councilor now, Viktor.

It's my responsibility to make sure the Hexgates are safe and protected.

What about our pledge to improve lives, for those in need? For the undercity?

Look, I'm sorry I didn't announce our other projects in my speech.

- Soon, we can do everything we... - Soon?

There are people who need our help now, Jayce.

You wanted to see me?

Have your people ever reviewed these logs?

- Mr. Talis, I assure you... - Councilor.

And the only assurance I need is that

you will search and seize any unauthorized merchandise.

I've made a list of suspicious transactions.

All due respect, Councilor,

- today's your first day... - Second.

Right.

You sure you don't want to confer with the other Councilors before...

This corruption runs deep, Sheriff.

I intend to root it out.

Have you made any progress with the stolen Gemstone?

Yes. Chief suspect is an undercity gang.

They call themselves the Firelights.

They operate like phantoms,

doing hit-and-runs on civilians and disappearing into the night.

- How soon till we track them down? - I've got my best officers on it.

Viktor? You all right?

A... a headache. I just... I need to get to the lab.

Boring...

Boring. Wow. Super boring...

Here we go!

It's all about these runes.

They form some kind of math-y, magic-y gateway.

To the realm of heebie-jeebies. And this... Turns it on.

So... here goes.

No!

No! It was a mistake! It was a mistake.

I heard the bathysphere has a nice view.

That could be a good way to get a lay of the land.

Too risky.

What...

Nice jacket.

Welcome to the Lanes.

You almost got me killed.

My little sister could do that when she was seven.

All us fissure folk can. Don't you want to blend in?

You had a vision?

What if we've been looking at it backwards?

We've been trying to discover runes that invoke specific effects

and then molding them to a useful function.

Tools, as you like to put it. But, but...

If the legends are true, mages aren't bound to single functions.

It's said the Arcane speaks through them.

I'm still not following.

They think. They adapt.

You think Hextech can... learn?

Are you sure this is safe?

Of course not.

Oh, Jericho! Have I missed these.

Hmm?

No. Thank you.

You're missing out.

Are you going to question him?

About what? The meat?

Definitely not above board.

Silco. His connections? Isn't that why we're here?

We're here because I'm hungry. Do you know what prison food is like?

No, of course, you don't.

Unbelievable. I didn't break you out of jail to eat... slop.

I knew this was a terrible idea. You don't actually know anything, do you?

Mm. Better than I remember.

Hmm.

I haven't been here in years.

Since my parents brought me for the winter fest.

We're not here for the performance. Your House is in trouble.

That merchant formerly enjoyed certain leniencies

with regard to her trade in exchange for her generous Academy patronage.

By leniencies you mean corruption?

Hmm, Amara's harmless.

Oh, look at those two stooges.

Councilors Hoskel and Salo. Don't they hate each other?

Hmm. But they share a taste for the finer Noxian spirits,

technically an illegal import.

I tightened our security.

And in so doing, put a target on your back.

There are those who covet your power over the wealth the Hexgates afford.

And would take any opportunity to seize it from you.

You've just made yourself everyone's common enemy, Jayce.

Oh, what's the matter, Mylo?

You worried Powder's gonna beat you again.

Vander.

Because you're a jinx!

What makes you different makes you strong.

Hmm.

Well, that place does look like it has bodies buried in the basement.

You don't know anything.

I can't compromise the safety of the Hexgates for collateral.

No one's asking you to. These are simply favors amongst friends.

I never wanted anything to do with politics. You pushed this on me.

You're a symbol of the future now, Jayce, whether you like it or not.

With that comes the potential to shape your own destiny.

The Council assumes you'll fail. Time to prove them all wrong. Once again.