[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] The Cazt Mausoleum
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@VitaVitaAR]
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	Lein had his last remaining arrow trained on the witch as the fight concluded, the bow giving the last bit of strength as the Hundi pulled the limbs to its breaking point. An arrow, point blank. Whatever strange arrow-bending trickery she had, Lein would just punch through it at this distance, barely a few paces away. [i]Break something of mine and you'll pay with your eyeballs.[/i] He caught a snarled warning in his throat as the witch suddenly pivoted away and launched a bolt at the necromancer, shattering his barrier. A betrayal? Could be. That was one less lightning bolt Lein had to catch. Still, Lein remained unwavering in his caution, only shifting to let the undead drop their aggression towards him and rush past in a futile attempt to defend their master. A plenty of rats ate each other when cornered.

	Only when the witch lowered her arms did Lein lower his aim, confident that the rest of the knights could finish off the exposed necromancer and sweep up whatever remained of Erich. And that should she decide to throw around careless threats like that again, he'd nail her scalp to the wall before she'd finish her breath. He didn't know much about the strange sorcery that caused her to glow like that, but it was clear she needed some time to wind up - a far slower draw time than his. Lein approached the witch cautiously, bow at his side and away to match the pretense of non-hostility.

	[color=orange]"'Preciate the turn, but you'll have to show your hand a bit."[/color] Lein nodded to the soon-to-be pulverized necromancer. [color=orange]"Can't imagine a witch of your endeavor running around with his spindly ass like that for the company he keeps."[/color] [i]Or for the demon. Or for the vampire.[/i] As far as he could tell, the witch and the Barukstaedian warrior was a pair, though that didn't explain much, and he'd gain nothing mentioning it and aggravating her. 

	[color=orange]"Besides, might be your only time to sing before those knights come crawling over to ferry you off, so - what kinda trick roped you into this?"[/color] Help or no, genuine or not, the witch was one of the conspirators' associates. Unless the Roses for some reason decided to risk an incident with Lady Cazt and refuse to hand the witch over or cover up the witch's tracks, Lein fully expected the Roses to jail her. He didn't trust the witch either, but something kept Lein on edge. A phantom itch that alluded to some shift of the hand that he didn't catch in the background, a sleeve that swallowed a coin and turned up blank. This witch could be the last remaining chances to dig it up. And Lein sure as hell wanted a good enough explanation that would assuage his annoyances.