The sun hangs low over the bustling streets of Piltover as dusk approaches. Caitlyn readjusts her weight on her foot as she surveys the bustling streets of Piltover's market district. Another uneventful day on guard duty. To think her mother would have the gall to 'advise' her superiors leading to her transfer in the light guard patrol.
She sighs and begins pacing around the corner. No on-the-ground situations for her to help with, no time for her to study the new case reports, hell, she didn't have her own rifle with her. Just a simple baton to scare off rowdy teens.
Her brooding is cut short when a figure catches her attention. A civilian, as it seems, looking at her expectantly. Caitlyn straightens herself and offers a polite smile towards you.
"Good evening. Can I help you?"
