[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] The Royal Ball
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] Fanilly [@VitaVitaAR]
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	The reaction was far better than Lein had expected. He had thought the Knight-Captain would see right through the disguise and call it. Or perhaps Fanilly was too anxious to draw the connection so brazenly. Most definitely a fruitful venture... but it stirred an unsatisfying feeling in the Hundi 'noblelady'. Of course, Lein had seen her in the storming of the Bandit King, and dismissed her rashness in battle for childish headiness and a thirst to claim glory at the cost of restraint. But indeed here she was, standing before him with a frightful politeness. There was a practiced cordiality to her mannerisms, no doubt a result of countless practice, the slight unsure delays in her responses confided a core of unsteadiness to anyone who could recognize it. He remembered wearing the exact same expression a countless times, guts wrenched up and wanting desperately to hold the weight of his name before the unshakeable eyes of scrutiny. Every single one of these people in the gilded halls out to measure just how much they could exploit each other under the veneer of civilization.

	It was a moment where Lein released what he was actually looking at before him: A Keen-less girl wearing a dress full of nails, facing down a room full of so called 'honorable nobles' who would eat her alive given half a chance.

	Lein gave a dramatic sigh, holding his fan to the chest and tail drooping in a sign of dejected indignation. [color=orange]"Ah, you wound me ever so deeply my dear, I thought I had made quite the impression on you as we met. Very well. Though it may be improper of my stature to introduce myself, my name is Lenivicus Cteline ves Estouls, Baroness of Chateau les Roseaux"[/color]. (A title that was half-true, just enough to still any questions to 'her' claim). With a shift of his gloves he displayed the glint of silver hidden under his dress' right shoulder. [color=orange]"Though specially for you, my dear, you may simply refer to me as 'Lein'". [/color]

	It was far from Lein to drop the game so early - he had set a whole show up, dazzling both colleges and guests alike with a confusing sequence of guess the difference. It was all even going to end in a spectacular scene of a knight-Lein being chased out the ballroom by a baroness-Lein. Well, he still had plenty of chances to pull one up on someone with less to lose and a stiffer spine spine like that grouch Renar or even Tyaethe. The Knight-Captain was the wrong target for the 'Baroness's' affections.

	Lein leaned in a little, voice dropping just enough to make sure others won't notice the shift into the decidedly un-ladylike candor and the lofty rolling accent of the north Ithillin becoming the usual brusque western Veltian. [color=orange]"Just checking up on you, Cap'n. Nerves getting you?"[/color]

	As he spoke, he kept an eye on the new entrances to the scene. Veilena Cazt. The Traitor-Apparent, as he had learned her described by a couple of drunk Thaln 'patriots'. Lein had tried to study for the ball just to perfect his act - but the exact details of why she was the Traitor-Apparent escaped him. Judging by the way she captured the subjects of murmurs around them, it was clear she was a figure of controversy. Best be on guard. This ball may prove to be more than a playground for Baroness Cteline.