[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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	[color=orange]"You think these are just for show, Fionn?"[/color] Lein smiled, revealing the oversized canines of the Hundi. [color=orange]"Cracked out sea biscuits is tougher than this."[/color] His bragging was soon accompanied by Lein hounding down the rest of the pie with a ravenous greed, rocks and all. No digging around with some knife or such.

	[color=orange]"This is a pretty solid pie. Maybe should open a bakery with that cider business of yours."[/color] With something in his stomach, Lein could feel some of his mind returning. But however nice of a rest this was, but Lein was on a tight schedule. He still had to visit the smith for some modifications to his prosthetics, referring his contacts to each other in case... And he still needed to get to the bottom of the witch's disappearance. Already falling behind. Lein just needed to be a bit smart about this, however hard his head pounded just thinking about it.

	[color=orange]"But really - gonna leash me this whole time?"[/color] Lein held up the sleeve Fionn retained custody over. [color=orange]"How un-knightly of you."[/color]