[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b] [hr] [b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] Route to Blacksmith's Forge [b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@Raineh Daze] [hr] Lein stayed his grip on the wheelbarrow containing a pile of broken weapons he took off an apprentice's hands, not letting his surprise at both the suddenness of the visitor's appearance and curious attire catch him out. Lein had heard of the leporine people before, though this was the first time Lein had met them in person. Far, far lands that spoke tongues and dreams utterly foreign yet grand in its own styles. Wild rumors of vulpine and winged peoples, spoken of both glowingly and with a seasoning of wariness by traders of endless speculations. Never had he so much denied the truthfulness of these rumors, but it was yet a little surreal to have such a confirmation dropped right in front of him, apparently materializing straight from the air. And even by those standards, this swords-woman yet distinguished herself with scars and weaponry holding tales of struggle, a missing arm matching Lein's. Fascinating as she looked and dressed, it was hardly the first time that a complete stranger asked after him in ambush. The real crux here was the intent. Clearly, had she wanted him dead, she would have taken the chance to get the first strike. He dressed and was performing the work of an iron-working tyro, so she knew who she was speaking to. [i]Speaks Velt but knows me by 'Lein' rather than 'Cashmere'. Been looking for me as a knight than as a courier or fixer. Pretty recent contact. The witch?[/i] It was too early to jump to conclusions, so Lein gave the stranger the benefit of the doubt...actually, he did eye a sword with a broken cross-guard sticking out of the wheelbarrow just in case the stranger moved too funny. Lein returned the bow and spoke Velt back in a pleasant tone, exchanging her gaze with his own. [color=orange]"You've found the right one, fair warrior. And who is this I have the pleasure of meeting?"[/color]