I guess one would have to consider who we’re reporting back to! But, other than that. Mmmmm. Not really!

Funny story, that! I’ve been skulking about here and there quietly with the help of some of the aforementioned individuals’ magic, engineering and tailoring skills! Fear not, I’m around, and working freelance in disguise in the seedier neighborhoods has been yielding some very juicy results. I must sit down and begin a compilation one day! I feel like this could be one great big, thick multi-volume set, even!

Can’t keep this reporter down.

That’s classified information, my friend! You think I don’t see what’s going on with everyone else regarding their personal lives? Ohoho, no thank you.

Well, right now I’m in the process of seeking out another reputable periodical, but the search is slow and arduous. A reporter of my caliber can’t just settle for anything, of course.

All else fails, I’m thinking about writing novels!

Hi and hello oh-so-faithful reader! This is a little late, and I apologize, but I was busy cleaning out my office and sucking down tubs of icecream whilst crying on my sofa in mourning of the loss of the Journal of Justice. I don’t miss the people, but I sure do miss the outlet.

Anyway, on to your question, I have some theories about this I’m not really willing to share on public channels. A guy has to be careful about what he says and where.

Well, hi and hello there Summoner Kuroid! I’m doing well if you don’t count the tragedies of super spicy Ionian fare the day after! But you probably don’t want to discuss that, huh?

Sadly, Ram Cam has been in the shop for repair after an accident with Sejuani’s boar, but one of my proteges has been taking its place, bless her little heart. That girl is so brave. I do have a handful of reports and photographs to sort through, though! Exciting times!

I couldn’t tell you! Personally, I just thought you were bored!

I was once told I should join the Kinkou order but I don’t think my physique and fear of bladed weapons worked out for them. That, and that whole balance keeping thing, just isn’t my style.

Yes, I am he. Ram Steed, the thorn in your side, the salt in your wound, that drink you picked out at the local store whose top did not pop when you opened it, and many other such wonderful monikers.

While I have no doubt that a number of Champions are not quite so keen on the information my people and I have dug up on a handful of them in the past, and some just genuinely unfriendly sorts all around, it’s more of a, how you say, monetary issue with the Journal as a whole. Add that to being short handed and sniped by less savory types, and you can imagine the sort of spot we’re in!

I don’t suppose you’re looking for any information, are you? I may be a journalist first and foremost but I do have talents in subterfuge and intelligence, oh hoho!

Hello and good day to you, sir!

No, I’m afraid my inquiries have dwindled and somewhat dried up since we’ve start having troubles at the Journal of Justice. Outside sources have been snagging all the juiciest, on top of the moment news and I, Ram Steed, must sit here twiddling my thumbs in hopes of a correspondence with my superiors should I want to conduct further investigations and interviews. It is a sad, sad existence. 

I might have to start looking for a new job soon!

THE HORROR!