[0825] A Two-Way Journey

[0825] A Two-Way Journey

Olaf craned his neck, waiting and waiting, but his target still didn't show.

More and more people gathered west of Nuskar Pass, and the camps grew denser by the day. Yet there was still no sign of the person they called Her Majesty Luxanna, which left Olaf growing somewhat impatient.

If he hadn't heard from others that they'd come for Her Majesty Luxanna too, Olaf would almost have thought the merchants had tricked him.

With his target nowhere in sight, Olaf had to reconsider his plan. If he couldn't wait for her, perhaps he could try looking for someone else?

Desperate for a fight, Olaf began provoking people on purpose. Like a wolverine, he taunted everyone, and whenever anyone so much as responded, he brandished his axes, ready for a good, satisfying brawl. But the more he did this, the more readily the other Freljordian tribespeople waiting there for Lux refused to take him up on it.

What a joke!

By Freljordian tradition, any fight before a gathering began was an insult to its leader. Everyone who'd come to wait for Lux—except Olaf—hoped to draw closer to Demacia. Who would accept Olaf's challenge now and disrespect Lux?

Besides, the gathering would have a formal combat event. Once Lux arrived and it officially began, they could fight him then. They'd not only get revenge for his filthy insults, but also show off their own prowess in front of Lux. Wouldn't that be a much better deal than fighting him now?

Olaf was certainly skilled at taunting; he could hit a nerve with just a few words. But most people met his insults with scorn, save for a few hotheads who'd been ready to fight before their clansmen stopped them.

Just wait and see.

Once Lux got here,