If there is anything that Malchin is good at, it must be how to bow his head and retreat.

In front of him, noisy human voices mingled with the sound of large wine glasses colliding and beer spilling. Every once in a while, someone would shout for a drink, and as soon as their coins landed on the bar, the full glass would slip in front of their waiting hands. His quick and quiet service didn't attract any attention to him, and as a result, he didn't get into any trouble.

But there are always troubles.

There are many kinds of troubles. A belligerent fighter who has an itchy heart when he doesn't fight. There was a conversation between the masked men, and finally it turned into a dagger stuck in the throat. Or, most unexpectedly, a little girl, pushing open the heavy wooden door of the tavern and entering.

Malchin watched as the little girl hummed and jumped all the way to the bar. The wooden door slammed shut behind her, and the last of the cool winter air blew through the room, and the loud thud made several pairs of eyes that hadn't noticed her look at her, and they all wondered about her presence.

The little girl climbed up a barstool, her eyes barely above the bar. Malchin saw her fiery red hair, a tattered doll in her hand, a tattered bag on her back, a ragged skirt with oddly short sleeves.

"Drink something," he asked.

The little girl stood up on the stool and popped the toy on the bar, her eyes sweeping over the bottles on the shelf. Malchin could recognise it as a stuffed teddy bear, meticulously sewn and cared for. The stitches of the limbs have been exposed after years of pulling. I don't know when or where it was alive, but a button-eye was lost.

"Excuse me, can you bring me a cup of milk?"

Malchin raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He walked to the end of the bar to pick up the porcelain jug for milk.

"It's not good to go out alone on a big night, huh," a deep voice came.

Malchin sighed. One trouble always invites more. He took the jug off the shelf and looked back at the bar. A huge figure stood next to the little girl, looking down at her with the only good eyes he had. The little girl sitting directly in front of him was now like a small rock at the foot of a big mountain. The man is simply a fabric of muscles and scars. With a noose, chains, and iron hook around his waist, and a large knife slung across his back, all of this loudly proclaimed that he was a bounty hunter.

The little girl looked up at him, a smile flashing across her face. "I'm not on my own. Tibbs is with me. Isn't that right, Tibbs" she held up the teddy bear and smiled.

The bounty hunter laughed. "Your mom and dad must have missed you."

The little girl's hands hung down to her sides, and her eyes dodged downward. "No, it won't." She replied.

"Oh, it will. And I think they must be willing to spend a lot of money to get you home safely. Malchin could almost hear the bounty hunter's head rattling coins into his pocket, and the man had already begun to figure out what he would pay to escort her home.

"Impossible. They were all dead. The little girl sat back on the barstool with a thud and looked at the teddy bear's last buttoned eye.

The bounty hunter was about to speak again, when Marcin placed the jug on the bar and made a deliberate heavy noise.

"Here comes the milk." He said.

The little girl smiled happily at him, breaking the gloom just now.

"Thank you, sir"

She placed the bear on the table and reached into the backpack behind her back. Malchin waited patiently, intending to silently accept whatever coins she put on the bar, and it would be considered a discount.

What he didn't expect was a big bag full of money that fell behind.

Several gold coins fell onto the counter, one of which was rolling towards the edge. Marcin subconsciously reached out and pressed the escaped gold coin with one finger. He slowly picked up the gold coin from the bar, the quantity and texture indicating that it was a genuine Noxian coinage.

"It's gone," the little girl said with a smile.

Malchin swallowed, and his mouth suddenly became dry. He reached out and tried to slip the gold coins and money bag back into the little girl's backpack so that no one else could see it

"Such a big little girl with such a big money bag." The bounty hunter's deep voice was a little too loud.

"Tibbs found it." The little girl replied.

The bounty hunter scoffed. "Yes?"

"Found in an uncle who stopped me on the road. He's a big badass. The little girl took a sip of milk and began to make eye contact with her teddy bear again.

"That's too bad," the bounty hunter leaned over from his stool, one hand sliding towards the purse.

The little girl looked up at him, a mischievous smile jumping over her face.

"Tibbs ate him."

For a moment, everything stood still. Then the bounty hunter's laughter filled the room.

"He's really good at eating," he yelled. He suddenly reached out a huge hand, grabbed the teddy bear's head, and snatched it from the little girl's hand. "This fierce monster."

"Let go of Tibbs," the little girl shouted, reaching out to grab the bear. "He doesn't like to be pulled hard." The bounty hunter just laughed louder.

Malchin put the gold coin in his pocket, avoided the attention of others, and stepped back. He wished he could help, but he had survived to this day only thanks to his ability to get out in time.

Her voice froze him in place.

I said. Put. Open. Tibbs. ”

In just a few words, there was a surge of toughness and rage, piercing through the boisterous human voices. His body didn't listen to reason, and Malchin stopped and looked back. The little girl was standing at the bar staring at the bounty hunter with anger burning in her eyes.

Then chaos erupted.

A bright light and a wave of heat erupted from the girl. It was too late, and Malchin raised his arms and cried out in pain. He staggered a few steps back and hit the wine rack behind him. A few bottles fell beside him, and he leaned down under the bar, cursing himself for being stupid and hesitating. The cries of people and the cracking of wood were occasionally punctuated by the roar of flames. An unimaginable voice echoed through the air, shaking his bones. Malchin crawled forward, still half-blind, following the direction he hoped would be the back kitchen door. Beside him, the screams grew louder and higher, and then came to an abrupt end with a disgusting pop.

For the second time in a day, Marcin forgot the trick he had honed to avoid trouble, and poked his head out of the bar.

A huge beast loomed above, and only the silhouette of the silhouette could be seen in the light of the fire. Strands of thick tendons connect its limbs to its torso, like stitches for stitches. Malchin was startled, and he realized that the beast itself was burning, and that the hungry tongue of fire on its fur had not hurt itself. Its claws were raised in mid-air, and it clutched the bounty hunter's head inside, and his limp-sagging body was attached below, and he was like a broken doll in the hands of a monster.

In front of the monster, the little girl stood with a ring of flames wrapped around her.

"You're right, Tibbs," she said. "He doesn't like to be pulled hard."

Malchin looked around the room in fear. His tavern was littered with overturned tables and chairs, all burning and emitting thick black smoke. The smell of blood and roasted meat entered his nose, and Malchin coughed back, his stomach churning.

The monster turned to look at him.

Malchin sobbed. He stared at the abyss that glowed in the beast's eyes, swallowed, and accepted his undoubted end.

A string of pearl-like laughter drowned out the crackling flames.

"Don't worry," said the little girl, poking her head out of the monster, "Tibbs likes you. ”

Malchin looked motionlessly as the girl scurried out of the burning tavern, the monster clumsily following her. He watched in amazement as it smashed the entire wooden door off the door frame along with the folds. He was overwhelmed with his mouth wide open as he saw the little girl finally turn around and a sweet smile appeared on her face again.

"Thank you for your hospitality, sir."

Then, the girl walked into the snowy night, and the tavern behind her collapsed.