They say the desert is a cruel mistress. I like the sound of that.
Honor is the rust on a dull blade.
I’ll fight for a cause. I won’t die for one.
LeBlanc: “Wealth is merely a foolish distraction, my dear.”
Sivir: “Then call me a rich, distracted fool.”
I could use a pair of croc skin boots.
Nothing’s lost. It’s just waiting to be found.
Azir: “We’ve met before Sivir, in another life.”
Sivir: “Tell that Sivir ‘Hi’ when I send you back there.”
The only thing I look up to is the sky.
It’s not stealing if they’re dead.
Loyalty isn’t earned. It’s bought.
Kings come and go, but gold stays.
The real treasure is friendship… nah, it’s the gold.
Looks like trouble runs in the family, eh Azir?
I always take my toll – blood, or gold.