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“I am Nayen, a steel-shaper and a student of Sanao. He taught me everything that I know.” You tell her the truth and you hide nothing from her – you have no desire for anyone to be punished for insolence, not when the occupation has only just begun. Nevertheless, your statement seems to earn the woman's interest. There's not special about you – just a young man with tan skin, tawny hair and dark, almond-shaped eyes, with a lean and sinewy body honed by years of hardship. Not that different from any other man your age, but the interrogator watches you like a hawk.
“A blacksmith,” she states, her eyes narrow as she considers you. “You must be the first person in this village who has a profession that is of any use to us. I look forward to seeing what you are capable of, Nayen.” Her quill flows across the parchment laid before her and a moment later, she barks out a single syllable. “Next!”
The gauntlet of a soldier presses against your back and you guided away from the line, to join the other men and women of working age. It would seem that the invaders are separating you into two groups, the young and the old. The interrogator continues her questioning for what feels like an hour as you are forced to sit and wait in silence – anyone who dares to speak is struck by the gauntleted fist of a Noxian soldier. Once the queue has diminished and no one is left to be assessed, the austere woman rises from behind her makeshift desk and speaks out, her voice as loud and clear as a clarion.
“Allow me to introduce myself as Assessor <span class="mu-s">Gloroteia</span>. From this moment onward, you may consider me the administrator of this village. It is my duty to ensure that the inhabitants of Deva'le serve Noxus to the best of their ability. To provide you with sufficient motivation, I shall take custody of the senior inhabitants of this village. I can promise you that they will be fed, sheltered and cared for, as long as you remain obedient.” Even as she speaks, the soldiers that surround the elders proceed to force them to their feet and begin the process of marching them off. You hear a few murmurs of discontent, but as soon as the assessor speaks once more, they fall silent.
“I want each and every one of you to know that Noxus rewards those who can provide results. Nothing is sacred. Nothing is forbidden. Your traditions and your superstitions mean nothing. If your actions strengthen Noxus, you will rise. If your actions weaken Noxus, you will suffer. You have everything to gain, and so much to lose. My first order is that you return to homes and enjoy a day of rest. When tomorrow comes, your service to Noxus shall begin. You are dismissed.”