[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] Tyaethe [@Raineh Daze] Fionn [@The Otter] Fleuri [@Crimson Paladin]
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	[color=orange]"Oh? And who's to say that what you see before you is not the genuine article? If you'd the mind to, please pay dear old me a visit after this ball. I might surprise you with aspects of me you'd never even believe."[/color] Of course, it was in full knowledge that the vampire would sooner overthrow the crown than turn up anywhere near Lein's usual haunts. Nonetheless, with a slight bow as a gesture of goodwill, Lein let Fionn guide him back to the main hall.

	[color=orange]"And the same offer goes to you, my good knight, your recourse is much appreciated. Please, allow me a chance to repay you at the [i]Lonely Frame[/i]. And do keep yourself safe? There are far more sinister figures present here than just this one."[/color] Lein said to Fionn, with a sly look of knowing on his face as he gave a playful squeeze of the site of the teeth mark. [i]You'd better get used to that.[/i] His departing expression seemed to say, as the Hundi 'noblewoman' stepped into the crowd.

	Lein moved swiftly, hearing the announcement of the princess into the hall. Characters like those usually took up most of the attention in the room, and if he wanted to get a dance out of Fleuri, he'll have to captivate his attention before the Knights were summoned to show off their spoils. He weft through the rumbling crowd to see the Champion of the North watching Renar's conversation. He stepped up with a fresh glass of fruit punch in hand, placing himself next to the Champion. [color=orange]"It's always entertaining to see such clashes between colorful personalities. Quite intoxicating to listen to, wouldn't you say?"[/color] Lein said, watching the Crown Knight and Renar bicker at each other. Lein wasn't present to catch most of the conversation, only hearing fragments about ogres and fibbage. But the way the two puffed up their chests and threw a slurry of disdainful looks? That was a very familiar sight. Lein had kept tabs on the 'Bastard of Brias', even goading the archivist to spill a couple words about House Brias. What Lein had just caught Fleuri watching - this was just old blood being spilled. 

	Lein smiled at Fleuri behind his fan in apparent gladness, though the tone of his address was a little odd. A little too loud for a mere private conversation. [color=orange]"Herr Fleuri, I wanted to thank you for your wonderful company last night. Your presence was... quite unforgettable. It brings me much joy to be able to make your acquaintance yet again in this fine setting."[/color] Lein looked up and down at Fleuri's sharp dress. It was a marked difference from the figure he met at the bar indeed, complete with the crest of what Lein guessed was his House. Though why did it look like Fleuri was much more ready for a breakout clash of arms than a ball? [color=orange]"Looking at you groomed so well, it's a wonder why you are not being swarmed by adoring waifs asking your hand for a dance."[/color]