[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]"I'm hardly more than ordinary."[/color] Lein said with a shrug, though his tail wagged with a bespoke sense of pride, happier to hear the acknowledgement of his simpler skills, [color=orange]"Don't know what your lady told you 'bout me, but I'm just a decent shot and stuck around for a few odd jobs. Must be boring for you to watch me rather than the illustrious Champion of the North."[/color]

	Lein matched Rui's grin with enthusiasm of equal measure. The sudden change of attitude was rather unnerving, but Lein was careful to put this particular concern under wraps. The loss didn't so much as sting as it was a source of pride, then. [color=orange]"But as for you - you simply can't say 'dragonfire' and leave it at that! We'll be off to the training yard after I get - finish - hup!"[/color] Lein pumped his weight into a chisel and dislodged a particularly stubborn piece of slag from a wooden beam, catching it underfoot before it rocketed into the carefully arranged weapon pile. Close. Should've been far easier, but his endurance hadn't fully recovered with his brief stop at Steffen's office.

	[color=orange]"That's a story that deserves a drink and a good audience! We'll move along and leave the good smith to his busybody."[/color] Lein looked over the workshop to make sure he was satisfied that the rest of the cleaning would be relatively smooth sailing, most of the toilsome work of slag removal and tool organization deftly taken care off. Doubtless that Ardor would like [i]some[/i] grit to grill the squire over. Lein dusted off his knees and waved goodbye to Ardor. Heh. That grouchy old lard could use someone to talk to other than a hammer anyway. [color=orange]"So c'mon - you've got a captive audience here, what can you tell me about the great retainer of the Lady of Storms and this draconian beast?"[/color]