But this is Piltover, and the people here do what they do. In her hometown, she may have had a knife stuck in her stomach, or was already in the air waiting to be stabbed into a meat skewer by the spikes of the city rooftops below. Instead, they walked into a cliffside street that winds its way to the funicular that leads to the funicular that in turn leads to the head of the port on the busy canal that crosses the middle of the city.

"Are you going to arrest me?" Tamara asked. "What did I do?"

"Really? Are you going to play dumb? The sheriff asked, "We've searched your room and found all the evidence, the Hextech logs, and the drawings." ”

"I'm a student," Tamara said. "I should have had the drawings."

They reached a cast iron platform connected to several ropeways leading to the seaside pier. Hundreds of boats line up in the canal, parked in the tall shadow of the Sungate, where the east and west oceans connect. Some ships simply pass by, while others stop at the harbor to unload cargo from afar and load them with Piltover and Zaun produce. Tamara saw the Freljord icebreaker, the three-masted military ship in Noxus, the grain cargo ship in Shurima, and several others, most likely from the thieves' den Bilgewater.

Overseeing all the ships was Piltover's naval fleet: streamlined designs, ebony hulls, oars on both sides, and iron-clad rams. Rumor has it that these boats are powered by more than just oarsmen, and that each one is equipped with a number of powerful Hextech weapons. Tamara doesn't know if the rumors are true or not, but it's important that everyone believes them.

Before she could recover from the shock of the battleship, the three sergeant's men escorted her into the elevator and held her tightly—there was no need to make it hurt.

"Maybe you are, but I've never seen a student guild hide such a detailed Piltover map in their blueprints. I'm Caitlin, I've been walking the dark passages for I don't know how many years, and I know the city better than most. But I'll admit that you're a good drawing. Even Vi, with your drawings, can walk around Piltover casually with your eyes closed without fear of getting lost. ”

"I'm slow to keep up," Tamara said, and Caitlin ignored it, pulling a lever and the ramp began to descend slowly.

"yes, you're not a fart, you're more like a way, are you?"

"What do you mean by that?"

The sheriff did not answer. Tamara shook her head, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Look, I swear I don't know what's going on," her voice began to hoarse, her breathing becoming rapid with sobs. "Please, I'm just a student begging for a living. My father's money was running out soon, and the Myrdalda technician was my last chance. Otherwise, I'll sell myself to Zuan's alchemy shop. Please, you must trust me! ”

Her plea was played to the ox, and neither the sheriff nor her men paid any attention to her tearful pleas. The elevator continued to descend and finally stopped at the edge of the pier. Towering in front of them was a Shurima galleon, with a waterline high and its cargo freshly emptied. Tamara saw that her entire fortune was loaded into a metal cart for loading and unloading grain. Her journal and plan scrolls were inside, the paper was messy, and months of hard work were piled up like garbage. She smelled the oil and immediately understood what was next. She suddenly broke free of her restraints, fell to her knees, and collapsed in front of Caitlyn.

"Don't! Please! Don't," she cried. "Please. Okay, good! ”

Caitlin ignored her. She walked over to the cart, took a lit pipe from a passing porter, and knocked some burning tobacco leaves into the cart. The oil-soaked paper burst into flames, and Tamara's manuscripts and scrolls were quickly consumed by the flames. Within minutes, everything was reduced to ashes. Tamara's brainchild turned into smoking embers. She spat at Caitlin's feet.

"To hell," she snapped. "May the haze come into your house!"

"Good acting," Caitlyn said, pulling Tamara to her feet. "Your accent is very similar. Commendable. There are local dialects and feelings, but unfortunately I have heard every voice in this city, from top to bottom, but I have never heard you like this. Do you know? If you want to confuse the real with the fake, you have to get rid of the black smoke and vicious energy of your hometown. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?" Tamara argued. "I grew up in Piltover Uptown, and I was a kid who grew up playing on the edge of the vault, and every day I looked up at the ecliptic basement and didn't look down! I swear I didn't lie! ”

Caitlin shook her head, she was tired of the game.

"It's hard-mouthed, your accent is indeed very similar, but it can't match the swaggering tone of Noxus." She said as she poked her finger into Tamara's chest. "I know who you are. That's right, I've heard stories about the war stonemasons of Noxus, who specialize in infiltrating enemy territory to spy on intelligence. What you're good at is drawing maps, finding the fastest route to march, and paving the way for a large-scale invasion in advance. ”

Before Tamara could deny it, Catelyn's men escorted her to the gangway. They handed her over to two dark-skinned Shurima swordsmen. These indifferent killers, half a silver wheel can make them sell their old mother.

"You don't go back to Piltover," Caitlyn said, leaning her rifle against the crook of her arm. "If I see you again, I'll shoot you in the head. Got it? ”

Tamara did not answer. She knew that every word Caitlin said was serious.

"Keep it under it, and throw it in Berguin, whatever the," Caitlyn said to the captain. "Or go out to sea and throw her off the boat when she's far away, whatever you want."

By the time they put her on deck, the ship had been out of port for a long time. It was impossible to swim back to land, but Tamara didn't plan to get into the water. She watched the bejeweled Piltover fade away from the horizon, sad to part, but glad that the mission was finally accomplished.

It was a pity that her carefully prepared plans and drawings were in vain, but the risk was always there, and she was able to redraw them entirely from memory. She closed her eyes and began to meditate, taking her mind back to Piltover's night streets, counting her steps, mentally drawing every intersection, street, and winding alley.

She thought about the clues she had left behind, wondering which clue had led Caitlin to catch him, but she thought about it again, it didn't matter. The sheriff of Pi City is smart, but Tamara always has a lingering feeling that the person who really discovered her is not Caitlyn. The thought worries Tamara, because it means that there is someone in Phi City who she doesn't know is scheming enough to find a war stonemason.

No matter who that person was, and no matter how much they thought they knew about the Masons Society, there was one more thing they didn't realize.

War stonemasons have always been two people working together. Sometimes it is necessary to sacrifice one of them in order to hide the other deeper in the land of another country.

Tamara smiled to herself, she had already begun to imagine how important information Colette could gather for Noxus by serving in the square of the Q Middarda family center.

She lay relaxed on the bed made of empty sacks and fell asleep peacefully.