[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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	So no. Fionn was here to bring him in. Figures. Lein sighed. [color=orange]"This won't stop me from slipping. But be my guest."[/color] Lein put a hand over his prosthetic shoulder, rolling it over and wincing as he felt the mechanisms click through the fabric of the tunic. He still had feeling in there, which was good enough. 

	As Lein led the pair out the graveyard and into the streets early into the awakening hours, a curious collection of scrappy children began to not-so silently saunter along them. As usual, he produced an absconded apple from nowhere, pressed a thumbnail into its unbroken skin, and tossed the apple at the crowd, distracting them momentarily. [i]Still gotta tell them somehow[/i], Lein thought grimly. No, Fionn first. Lein recounted his tale in a low voice. [color=orange]"Ran some lines for a seedy bunch back before signing unto the Knights, shuffling around some stuff behind the Church. They found a bunch of rivals to spill blood over, and soon those rivals were after me too. One of those dolts had the bright idea to bring in someone above their pay grade, and this hunter's been on my trails since."[/color]

	 [color=orange]"Took care of the guy, but shoot one cockroach and all its ugly spawnlings come crawling out. Been tying up loose ends from that. Besides,"[/color] Lein smiled wryly. [color=orange]"Thought I ought to get a glow up. If we ever have to dance at a fancy ball, I can't be caught out without a proper weapon on hand. Last time I had to fight with flour and bricks."[/color]