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The first time she had heard of him she was standing in front of the blacksmith's shop, bored out of her mind. A short, wiry boy ran around, newspaper in hand, screeching about some violently prolific serial killer. She would have been worried were she not in Noxus, but such killings were commonplace here so the bored girl ignored the herald’s cries and entered the armourer’s so that Sion might take her home.