[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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	[color=orange]"Mhmm. If you're feeling adventurous, I'll be happy with some wild launching contraptions or replacing the thing with a grappling hook or something - so long as it's light enough to carry around and not throw off my aim. I gotta hold up my bow with this thing, see? I'll be dropping every while, so look forward to my company, eh?"[/color] Oh-ho. Lein was concerned Ardor might reject it purely out of workload, but it seemed the dwarf was happy enough to fit this little project in. Still, he'll drop in a couple times over the next week to repay the favor somewhat.

	Lein stopped scraping refuse metal scraps from the ground as Rui quizzed him on the steel arm. [color=orange]"Yeah. Don't quite know how it works myself, something about rune-work and pulleys. Good enough to swing a cat, though, and I don't question what works."[/color] He held up the prosthetic to Rui and slowly moved each finger, showing the full arc of its capabilities. He had a tinge of somberness as he spoke. At least, he was not to rattle some grandstanding lie about finding it in a lost vault or stealing it from an elven lord. Such tales were for entertaining drunks and impressing fleeting patrons. [color=orange]"It was a... gift, from a dear friend. Silver Peaks can make miracles happen, they say. But a miracle of this caliber will probably the last one of a long while."[/color]

	It was easy enough to see why she was so interested. Judging by how she still carried two swords, her injury would have been recent enough so she had not yet adjusted her weaponry. Perhaps the scars on her neck was also a part of the same reason. He had much to ask, but instead began with a simple guess, probing to see if the loss still stung her. [color=orange]"Was it a battle?"[/color]