Long has it been since I last wrote to you. In the time since my last letter, I've been doing a great deal of things. Reflecting on my past activities, gutting people like pigs, wondering what color your panties are. These are but a few of the things I've been doing, oh and I was just joking about that last one. I don't care about your underwear. You won't need them when you're dead. But, at any rate, I have a question for you:
How does one fight against that which claims everything regardless of race and power, how can one hold off against Death itself?
Where Shen came from? Nobody never really knew, nor do they ever find out.
Shen approached Riven with a nod hello. "Greetings Riven, I was running errands and I thought I'd stop by to say hello. I must say I haven't fought you at all on the fields, so I thought a simple conversation would serve me better in getting to know you more. So, how are you?" He said. Of course he wasn't really running errands. The High Summoners said he should start to socialize with champions more than he should isolating himself in a mountain and meditating, but they never really seemed to understand him... Oh well...
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