[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] Graveyard
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@The Otter]
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	Lein staggered at Fionn's tug, nearly tumbling down the slant of the graveyard. A flash of temptation to vent his irritation flared, but Lein knew better to express it even as the fatigue dug its nails deeper under his eyes. Lein slid down the tree roots and rested his head against a knot in the trunk. He was oddly compliant, energy already leeched by the still entangled memories of his dream. It was clear that Fionn meant well, if that was anything. Best not be too petulant about it. Besides, it was clear that this, what was it now, Ball Knight? He was not going to leave. [color=orange]"Had a couple visitors. Entertained them for a bit. It's tiring being so popular, see."[/color] This time, his smile had a bit more effort into it as the duplicity of the bluff made itself clear to Lein.

	He was careful to drift his eyes away from the tombstones as he ripped off a chunk off - and predictably nearly choked on the exact thing Fionn warned him about. But a week's worth of repressed hunger realized itself as soon as Lein tasted something resembling food. Without even a moment to compose himself after spitting out the inedible bits, he swallowed and went for another before remembering to check himself. [color=orange]"Isn't it early for you, too?"[/color] Lein croaked quickly, as if to distract Fionn from the embarrassing display.