[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] The Lonely Frame
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] Sergio [@VahkiDane] Lucas [@Saiyan] Fleuri [@Crimson Paladin]
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[color=orange]"Feh, family? The Roses? I'll drink to that."[/color] Lein returned the toast.

Lein watched Lucas as he blundered through the recounting of the battle, an amused smile etched on his face. He gave a small wave as Lucas retired from the bar. He had a mind to have a quiet night too - after all, Lein had a long day too. That was, until a pale-faced man scoffed at Lucas's retreating figure. [b]"Griffins! Bollocks, I say. He couldn't strangle a gnat."[/b]

The Hundi swung around and stood up on the crossbar of his stool, making him barely tall enough to lean over and shove a tankard in the man's face. His speech was slightly slurred, but not enough to convey the smug taunt. [color=orange]"Oh really? [i]You[/i] couldn't tell a peach from Mayon's ass if it was shoved in your face, Rovich."[/color]

Lein's voice ran up again, turning heads of the tables nearest to the countertop. [color=orange]"And unlike you ale-sodden bastards, I actually have something to prove it!"[/color]

From the folds of Lein's tunic, he pulled one of the feathers - the largest one he had plucked from the griffin. A pristine trophy with none of its plume scrunched up, its brilliant glossiness broken only by the splatters of blood from the battle. He had planned to sell it, but hey, if he could show this [i]putain[/i] wrong, then it sure belonged on the walls of this establishment. Its introduction send a wave of utterance through the crowd that now gathered before it.

[b]"That's just an eagle's plume, Hundi blaggard!"[/b] Another dissenting voice, but this time decidedly unsure.

Lein laughed, handing the plume to the bartender. His eyes shone, recognizing the chance that had landed on his lap, he jumped from stool to stool, making sure that essentially the entire bar could hear what he was yelling. [color=orange]"An eagle? An eagle this big, ah? You ever seen an eagle snap off a man's neck with one peck? You ever seen an eagle with paws bigger than a damn barrel lid?"
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[b]"Why, its wings must've been bigger than this bar!"[/b] The bartender remarked, carefully stroking the length of the plume and nodding in approval. [i]Thanks for the assist, old man.[/i] Lein thought, as he turned up the boisterousness of his claims. 

[color=orange]"If anything's 'bollocks' about this story, it's good Sir Lucas out there being humbler than a lamb! Ten men couldn't hold this monster down and I damn well would've had my head down its beak if it wasn't for our heroes tonight!"[/color]

By this point, Lein's feet was planted on the bar countertop, commanding the audience's attention as he recounted a heavily embellished version of Lucas' story - how the griffin towered over the entire camp like a dragon, how it could freeze men stiff by the sheer power of its gaze, and how two knights had heroically leapt from a tower three buildings high to catch the griffin in flight and pull its wings off with their blades. Perhaps if it wasn't for the heavy ale that had been passed through the audience, such a story wouldn't come to pass. Still, the braggart Hundi charged on through his story, crafting every intonation carefully to give just the right fantasy, the right exaggeration to string people people along right up to the moment Lucas (the version who single-handedly beat five armored bandits) plunged a blade into its eye and save the day.

Lein had nearly spilled all of his 'drink' as he had so fragrantly flailed his arms about as he told the story. [color=orange]"So how about it! Three cheers for the craziest bastards around! To the Griffin Riders!"[/color] Lein almost threw his cup up in his salute, and the rest of the bar roared their response, drunken both in ale and the momentum of the legend told in front of them.

Lein bathed in the sight of the bar patrons cheerily getting all the notes on the Aimlenn city song wrong, and downed the rest of his mug. [i]Heh, family.[/i]