[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] Fionn [@The Otter] Steffen [@Conscripts] Younger Princess [@VitaVitaAR]
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[i]Nevermind. I miss Ithillin.[/i]

	Lein had disappeared briefly after the rest of the knights took off in a mad dash for the assassin and resurfaced a few moments ago, makeup gone and his clothes changed completely from a fancy ballroom dress to a sailor's getup, acting like he had been there the entire time (and also ignoring Serenity barking at him the entire time). Complete with a navy jacket, red scarf and buckled pantaloons, one of his sleeves was rolled back to give his prosthetic arm the full range of motion. It was tentatively still 'refined', but it straddled the line between appropriate for high class company and something fitting for a seaman scrapping over the last barrel of rum. The only part of his previous costume that remained was one of the white gloves filled with pebbles as a makeshift bludgeon hoisted over his shoulder, and a couple flecks of Lein's eyeliner hastily washed off. It was quite the hassle to have coordinated how to fit all the disguise under cover of the dress, but it would seem that the preparation was to be paid off, if not in quite the way that Lein had planned. For what it was worth, 'Lady Cteline' was out and 'Lein' the underhanded braggart was back in his usual demeanor. And that demeanor right now was bored.

	Lein was quite annoyed with the so called 'assassination attempt'. Combined with the poor showing of the bandits the Knights had routed a couple days back, it was worrying to see the underbelly of society be so meek at their craft. Sneaking an entire crossbow into the ball through the security was a right go, Lein had to say, but to set that up to just...shoot a princess with the bow? No distractions or mis-directions? If the assassin was dumb enough to just shoot a bolt and run off expecting not to be caught, at least they could have had the decency to let Lein have a bit more fun with it. Now it was just the most boring bits of an assassination - the cleanup, ferrying some princesses and nobles off to their quarters, clearing rooms and a whole lot of sweeping. Maybe Lein was getting everyone way too much credit with their conspiratorial capabilities with his paranoia. Soon he'd probably see a bandit asking if they could please pretty please take their money off them if they could be so kind.

	Feh. Lein cheered himself up at the possibility that in clearing rooms he'll have a chance to misappropriate some of the royal treasures. Oh, and hopefully the assassin poisoned her arrows or something so they'd give the clerics a bit of a fright. He moseyed a look on over at the assassin. A tiny Nem girl. Another tiny girl. So the total was, let's see - the two princesses, that Cazt girl, the girl-totally-not-witch, this Nem assassin and technically their own Knight Captain. Fate had somehow conspired to drop the entirety of Thalnese power in a children's tea party. Okay, maybe now Lein was starting to understand why so many of these plans were half-baked.

	Lein yawned and took another scan of the room. A couple of nobles were still a bit shocked, they probably won't miss a necklace or two... Oh. His eyes settled on a pair of antlers swinging through the crowds. Well, that was a new face, huh? Steffen, if Lein recalled correctly. A little suspicious he was the only one showing up late right after the assassination, but the bookworm was probably the most straight-laced of all that Lein had placed an eye on. Boring, but the easier kind of boring. Lein waved down the giant with a whistle. [color=orange]"Hey there, big man! Whatever's kept you, made you miss all the excitement! Some girl took a shot at Her Highness, got messed up. If you wanna join the rest of the louses hitting up the assassin, you're welcome to try your luck back there."[/color] Lein jabbed over to the crowd of knights, his high-class act dropped along with the costume. [i]Though looking at how they were fooling around, probably would get through in approximately three moons.[/i]

	Lein landed a heavy backhand on Fionn's chest (given that he couldn't actually reach anywhere higher) as a gesture of referral and a petty payback for the earlier shove. [color=orange]"You're also welcome to sit squat with Fionn and I, in case someone tries something on the little one."[/color] Lein's bored expression broke out in detached amusement, a fanged smile. [color=orange]"Orrr, you could let me ride on your shoulders and we could root out some would-be regicide together with our combined height? Fionn's hands are full and all." [/color]