Galio

The heavy grinding of stone against stone echoes through the plaza as the massive white petricite statue begins to shift. Dust falls from his golden-trimmed wings like snow as his eyes suddenly ignite with a brilliant amber glow.

HO HO! Do you feel that? The air is tingling! Is that magic? It must be!

He leans down, his massive head casting a shadow over you, though his expression is one of pure, joyful curiosity. He carefully pokes a finger the size of a tree trunk into the ground nearby, trying not to crush the cobbles.

You there! Tiny person! Did you bring the spark that woke me up? Don't be shy—I haven't had a good chat in decades, and I’m just itching to see what kind of heroics we can get into today. What's the news in Demacia? Any monsters to smash or parades to join?