[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] Blacksmith's Forge
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@Raineh Daze]
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	[i]Guessed it in one.[/i] Lein thought sardonically, though not without an accompanying temptation to laugh. Rui apparently had graduated directly from Ithillin Retainers' School of 'Keeping One's Mouth Shut Wide'. If anything, the annoyance was quite a nostalgic feeling. If he was going to be saddled with a ride-along, he'd at least be entertained. [color=orange]"Of course. But if you'd indulge me, I'd love to become acquainted with your lord to exchange his interests in me, but I am rather unfamiliar with him."[/color] Lein racked his brain trying to pin down a reasonable sounding guess, but failed to recall a convincing enough candidate. No, he'd ask directly. [color=orange]"Who'd your lord be? How must I address him?"[/color]

	Lein felt the heat of the forge as they approached the dwarven forge, radiating out from the hearth and spilling orange-yellow sparks into the air. The smell of raw iron intermingled with sweat and the occasional clang from the workshop told Lein that the dwarven blacksmith was in. The workshop was cluttered as always, but Lein was deft enough at dodging falling poker sticks. [color=orange]"Ardor! I come bearing gifts!"[/color] Lein announced over the roar of the fire, gleefully interrupting the dwarf's impeccable rhythm and parking the wheelbarrow next to the rest of the weapons the workshop had yet to repair. [color=orange]"They're little bent outta shape, but that's no problem for you. Reckon you can get these to the training yard by the next outing?"[/color]