[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] Veilena Cazt [@VitaVitaAR] Gerard [@HereComesTheSnow]
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	Well, now Lein knew the Ingvarr in front of him was not some poser. No-one else other than their resident bookworm would take Lein's suggestion seriously. But now that he did, why not take the opportunity? With a light hop off the nearby dresser, Lein leveraged his arms up onto the Ingvarr's shoulders, then quickly positioned himself to sit on Steffen's shoulders and rested his arms on the horns. The diminutive Hundi's tail patted against Steffen's back as it wagged. [color=orange]"Now I understand why so many of you Ingvarr are so obsessed with the size of your horns. I can look down on all these smooth-skulled dolts from up here!"[/color] Lein remarked, pleased with his newfound height advantage. Two feet on the ground and close enough to breathe in the smell of steel was more Lein's style, but for now Lein could just enjoy being able to look over the tops of crowds for once.

	Necromancy. Was Lein hearing correctly? Apparently it wasn't unheard of, even if Lein's closest contact to the practice was deranged witch doctors who thought twitching frogs' legs was the sign that they found the secret that broke Mayon's sacred covenant. Oh, and that time he nearly got bisected by a ticked ghost hunting the person who filched their mug. Oh, and the Roses had the quintessential undead among their ranks. Hmm. Quite believable, then. 

	Though it still meant they were taking the waif's word as it was, and risking defiling a major family's mausoleum for what could very well be simply foul air. The conversation had already flown to coop, however, and their heist had already been finalized. Roses would storm the Cazt tomb and root out the menace of this night with Cazt staying back. Made sense, since it could also very well be Cazt behind this entire nonsense. Pity. On some level, Lein was excited to see the famous Haelstadt take a swing. Lein grinned as he gave a salute with his steel arm in Veilena's direction. [color=orange]"I'll bring back the ne'er-do-well still wearing her favorite bathrobe, Miss Cazt! Though I can't promise she'd come free of steel and arrows."[/color] Of course Lein couldn't make sure of that. But if the honor-bound Knight Captain won't make that guarantee, Lein as the rambunctious braggart (and currently wearing a decidedly un-knightly attire) certainly could.

	[color=orange]"Do bring back a decent shortbow! Not those crappy Thalnese longbow that won't bite a charm. Oh, and I won't mind one of those fancy engraved quivers, aye? Hear they're quite the piece!"[/color] Lein called after Fionn and Gerard. Lein didn't mention that he wasn't looking for the practical use cases of the quiver, but did give a glance of excited expectation to the more pliable of the two. Err, actually, who was that? Lein tossed up what he knew of the two blockheads bumbling away to retrieve their gear. Fionn, Lein had already pulled into his gig multiple times, though that was still 'Cteline' doing it rather than 'Lein'. He did feel like the one friend with a temper, but would still carry out one's wishes to the letter. Gerard looked like the fanatic type who always took the straight path to his goals, but Lein never did take a close enough look.

	[color=orange]"Hey Steffen, if you had to convince one of those two to lend you a change of coin, who'd you be able to tip over first?"[/color] Lein asked idly to the Ingvarr.