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Chapter 4 - Headhunter

2 Days Earlier...

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Yorick sat back in his seat as the creature before him scrolled through the three photographs. In the background, other patrons of the smoky, dimly lit tavern carried on with their own private conversations. One or two of them were fast asleep. A moment later, Rengar slid the photos back across the table.

"They've surely added more champions to their ranks if they intend to wage war in the way I understand the word," he growled.

Yorick grinned: a rare occurrence. Rengar was nothing if not meticulous. Not to mention his personal performance record. Amumu, Rammus, and Nautilus – three beings believed to have only existed in myth, were all tracked down and slain by the ferocious Vastayan. It would cost quite a bit of coin, but Yorick doubted that he'd be able to find a better replacement for Thresh even if he had all the time in the world.

The forgemaster retrieved two more scraps of paper from his cloak and handed them to Rengar, explaining, "My spies and scouts have been trailing the Triad's actions for days now. It would appear that both the Father of the Forest and the River King also side against us."

Rengar snarled in irritation. He trained his focus on the two images, tapping a claw onto the picture on the left and stabbing holes in the page.

"Ivern the Cruel... I've wanted his head ever since he and that overgrown pebble of his murdered the God-Willow. It's about time someone chopped that tree down. I'll be happy to do it," he said, then picking up the picture on the right. "But this... I'm going to charge double for him. Tahm Kench is no mere prey. I could very easily be devoured in my pursuit."

"Done. Make the necessary preparations and I will contact you with further instructions," Yorick replied in conclusion.

Again, the spirits whispered to him, "All your pieces are now in position, Yorick."

They almost sounded gleeful. Yorick couldn't yet share in their enthusiasm, as they had made a miscalculation. An important player was still largely absent from the equation. It was time to go see the Beekeeper.