With a nod of his head, Renzus retrieved a slip of paper from the nearby desk, scribbling down a set of coordinates. They would lead to the original training facility a short journey north of the Institute, obscured by secrecy and buried inside a thick, forbidding forest. It was already being retrofitted by a handful of his active Crows, and it wouldn’t be long until it was fully operational. For now, it would be sufficient for his purposes.
“Go to this place. Tell them the First sent you. I will relay instructions so that they can accommodate you. No need to work from the ground up in your case.” He said, leaving the paper where it lay. He turned back to Night, lowering his hood. This would be a conversation between two people on the verge of friendship, more than that of just agents for a cause.
“The first lesson I can teach you, however, is trust nothing, and watch everything. Piltover might not believe in war, but war can bloom from the actions of those who do not seek it. I don’t pretend to know the Piltovian people, but I can claim to understand humanity in general, and I can say that sooner or later, fear will motivate even the most restrained of people to do very foolish things. You must always remember the possibility that someone here in Piltover might be goaded into lighting the powder keg. Jayce is not the first to resort to violence when dealing with Zaun. He was just the most obvious and recent example.”
His tone softened, revealing the man behind the cowl, beneath the Crow. Deep down, he felt he could trust Night, but also he knew that there was also the distinct possibility that Night would place his home above a long-term plan. “I don’t think I need to tell you that it’s just going to get harder from here on. I just hope you’re with me on this.”
"I’m with you, Renzus, but I’m sure you also know that I must be loyal to Piltover as well. Walking the line of peace means that we cannot lean too far to one side or another. Had Jayce not acted in the way he did, Piltover would have appeared weak, and further attacks would have followed. The renewed terrorist attacks on the border are a result of Jinx’s attacks, but they don’t escalate far because we do not allow them to. But defending the border and outright attacking Zaun are seperate issues."
The location on the paper wasn’t too far, and if he chartered an automobile, he would be able to reach it within a few hours. “I’ll head for your compound tomorrow morning, and should be there by noon. While I may not wear the Crow’s regalia all the time, it will be useful to keep a set of equipment for when things take a darker turn.”
Though Renzus’s concerns about Night’s loyalty never crossed the former Summoner’s mind, they were likely the largest issue that would arise in the future. He was level-headed and calculating in most things, but when it came to protecting his home, he was a fiercely loyal citizen of Piltover.
Renzus bit back a few choice words, folding his arms as he looked aside. As much as he could see where Night was coming from, he needed his Crows to be as impartial as possible. But, he also knew that Night was aware of Piltovian politics and behaviour more than he was, so he could overlook the zealous devotion.
“I’ll do my best to keep my eyes open on Zaun. Anything comes up, I’ll pass it along to you. Do with it what you will.” The Crow closed his eyes, giving a quiet sigh. Unlike Piltover, which had the watchful gaze of Caitlyn and her PPD standing vigil over it, Zaun was a playground that Renzus himself had a much greater familiarity with, an urban jungle of shadows and espionage where a Crow could operate with near effortless impunity. But perhaps that was because he operated outside the law, independent and unsanctioned.
Perhaps that was Night’s biggest advantage here.
“It feels strange that it’s gone.” He said at last, letting the weariness in his voice say what he could not put into words. “I wonder what it means to those who never wore the purple robes. Did they even understand what it meant to have it standing vigilant over their lives…or was it always just a source of entertainment to them?”