Wolfe stopped near a vendor selling falafel wraps when he noticed a group of well-dressed humans looking his way. The locals preferred to dress simply, and there weren't all that many humans here who weren't mutated, so he assumed that they should be foreign envoys of some sort.
Of what nation, he could only guess, but once they noticed him placing his order, they all came over to say hello.
"Greetings, Patriarch Noxus, or should we call you Continental Representative Wolfe?" One of the men asked.
"Patriarch is fine. For now, I'm not officially the representative anyhow. How might I help you?"
The men looked at each other, and then all but one stepped back, allowing a man in a military uniform that Wolfe found strangely familiar to be their representative.