[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] Roadside, Bandit Camp Approach
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] Cecilia [@Rune_Alchemist], Serenity [@ERode]
[b][color=orange]Mentions:[/color][/b] Fionn [@The Otter], Renar [@Psyker Landshark]
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Among the advancing silver was a pair of orange-furred ears that drifted lazily among the ranks, accompanied by a whistling tune that pranced along the sounds of horse cantering. Its owner, barely taller than the shortest members of the procession, absent-mindedly spun a metal dart across a set of ossific fingers, clinking slightly as each digit weft the it back and forth in an odd display of dexterity. With one final spin into the air, 'Sir' Lein caught the dart with his other, living hand, before slotting it back across the belt-quiver that stretched across his breastplate.

Lein rode in the same manner as he usually went about on foot - skulking out the formation whenever the road allowed him to and occasionally taking the detour to jump over the occasional fallen lumber just to see if he could. He had never been too big of a fan of these long marches, even less since they had to travel in formation for most of the time due to the procession behind them. But he took the opportunity to catch his first few glances at the full cabal of knights that had assembled for the march. From veterans like Dame Morianne whom Lein only needed one scolding to learn to avoid, to new faces such as Dame Cecilia with her temptingly fancy bow, and even the lonesome Dame Serenity, this was a war-march, and anyone who was anything under the Iron Banner were here.

At the head of this band was of course, the illustrious leader of the Roses, Dame Fanilly. Knight Captain Fanilly. It felt strange to attribute that title to the tiny blond figure riding in front of him, as even the horse looked so giant and the armour seemed strangely ill-fitting upon the shoulders of Knight-Captain (though to be fair, these horses were too large for Lein too). Strange would be putting it politely - Lein would bet coin on whether the blond haired girl was even old enough to go through a Teething by Hundi standards. He would also bet twice that someone, somewhere, had paid a hefty sum to place this Knight-Captain right at the heels of the 'Bandit King'.

Not that Lein bothered to voice his concerns. Anyone who had the guts to call themselves the 'Bandit King' outside of a drunken bar fight would have at least some meat behind their claims, and anytime 'bandits' dropped the pretence of being the underdog meant that they were pretty confident about not being the underdogs anymore. Still, it was hard not to look back over the forces that marched up dust behind the Knights' procession and not feel like this whole process was going to be decided by their sheer numbers alone. And if the King managed to pull a fast one on them, or if that small figure at the front couldn't keep it together: well, Lein would probably find a way.

As the procession dismounted one by one, Lein took a moment to have one last glance at the darkening road ahead before he, himself, landed on the road with his own two feet. Ahh, finally. [i]No offence, but two legs are better.[/i] Lein thought as he tied the horse. He could see the other knights start to declare their intentions of glory and fame. Sir Fionn, Sir Renar and Dame Serenity. Those three, as Lein recognized early into his induction into the Roses, were the thoroughly chivalry-blooded, - training and glory and all. It wasn't much of a surprise to Lein that this 'knightliness' would include staking their claims on the trophies to be won. The trophy on Lein's mind was simple as always: his head on his shoulders, and maybe loose change. But that would make for a terrible drinking story, won't it? 

Lein put on his usual mischievous grin as he spotted Cecilia dash up to Serenity and attempting to lock her with an arm around her shoulders. [color=orange]"Great, I was starting to think we came all this way to have some moonlit tea with the King."[/color] He said, slinging his prosthetic arm around Serenity's shoulders from the other side, and pointing to Cecilia's bow. [color=orange]"Though I reckon I only need one arrow to put knock him out." [/color]