[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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The eyebrow remained raised as Lein spoke in the more common tongue of Velt. One he was familiar with, certainly, being a native of the country and having travelled through it as a mercenary before winding up further south, and it was certainly a bit of a surprise to hear Lein rattling off in it so suddenly...but if the Hundi thought he was speaking Fionn's mother tongue, he was undoubtedly going to be disappointed. Not that he had much time to mull over why Lein knew any of the common Veltian tongue to begin with before the act began anew.

With some odd sort of studiously-polite response to Tyaethe added in, although Fionn couldn't imagine any particular reason for such intentionally-inoffensive choice of communication. In his experience, people usually only acted that way when they disliked the person they were speaking to but didn't want to actually argue or fight for some reason.

[color=#008b8b]"Careful, lad. Get too snippy and you might be jumped to the top of the menu."[/color] He pulled back one sleeve an inch, showing the faint marks left from the night before. [color=#008b8b]"Too late for me, I'm afraid. My mother did always say I'd have to learn these things the hard way."[/color] If Lein had been spending most of his time figuring out ways to avoid the training yard, he might also have failed to notice that there were various knights who sometimes had to skip out or take things easier than usual.

Everybody might get asked eventually, certainly, but he was hoping that Lein didn't know that yet.

[color=#008b8b]"But—perhaps we should return, before they all start gossiping about us [i]anyways?"[/i][/color]