[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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He listened quietly to Lein's tale, without passing comment on his confidence in his ability to escape from the grasp. His eyes quickly cast about to take in the sight of the children started to follow along with them, before Lein threw them off with the tossed apple. [color=#008b8b]"And how much of your 'tying up loose ends' is just looking for more trouble to get into?"[/color] he asked as the crowd started to disperse from around them. [color=#008b8b]"And how often do you end up dragging the likes of them into it, instead of out?"[/color]

No great effort needed to figure out which option might earn his ire.

Of course, the story, the absences (this one especially), the over the top acts, and especially the way that Lein had disguised himself and been acting at the ball, the near-perfect common Veltian that the lad could speak...once combined with some of what had passed between himself, Lein, and Tyaethe at said ball, certain puzzle pieces started to fit together quite nicely. Lein often tried to make himself intentionally dodgy. Aloof. Friendly, but not familiar; he had no qualms joking around with the others, but if he still had the arm he lost he might use it to keep them two arms' lengths away.

[color=#008b8b]"What was it she said to you, again?"[/color] he mused to himself, before Lein had any good chance to respond to his earlier questions, his grip on the tunic tightening slightly. [color=#008b8b][i]"I'm not banned from balls, like you're not a member of the nobility?[/i] Curious phrase, that."[/color]