[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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	Had Lein the mind to deliver the spares himself, saving the skittish squire the trouble of heat-burned eyes and a thoroughly rundown ego? Sure - he planned to drop in the training yard for the first time in a long, long while. But that would also be stealing too much of good Ardor's light. [color=orange]"Go easy on the lad, will you? He's still going on his teething, and far less tempered than you'd like to admit." [/color]

	Hot breaths blew over the gleaming serpentine dagger, embers running across the edge and landing upon the intricate calligraphy. Was this dagger bestowed or inherited? Either, Rui sure didn't come from a low house. Lein left the smith to feast his eyes on the dagger, slinking away to fetch a couple cleaning supplies. The thing was true craftsmanship alright, and people like him were better dealing artifacts than admiring them - and pulling away before the desire to hold the blades became to obvious. Though how much would those be, exactly? If the fence got a look at them... No, no. From how guarded she was with her weapons, this lady was the kind that if he was ever to touch those daggers she would spout nonsense like how none other than her lady had the privilege to touch a warrior's blade and jump him. Lein scanned the workshop, devoid of watching eyes except one. This place was sure unguarded for a time. Why not indulge himself a little?

	Lein nudged Rui in the elbow, cradling a bucket full of water and a mop. He straightened up as he slid next to her to prove a point that no, she was most certainly not taller than him, if one was to count the ears, and was of perfectly equal height at worst, no question. [color=orange]"Hey, hope your Lady didn't just send you over to just 'observe'. This things heavy - mind the grabbing the lye soap?" [/color]