[Silco's fingers paused with coin, and his opinion of the man reoriented. That was talk one such as himself would hear out of the mouth of someone from Piltover's elite. Internally, he bristled yet kept his expression carefully interested in such prattling.] Is that so? How does that work out for the peasant in the long run? King's of your time don't create suffering with their actions?

[He nodded his head, setting the coin back on the table with two fingers.] No, there is no King here. Or Queen. Or Mayor or Chancellor. Just the Council, and they don't appear publicly.

The owner disappeared and no one wanted to invest the time and energy to keep it running, so I said I would. Now it is mine. I own a few businesses in Aldrip.