[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] Floor, with great sadness
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@VitaVitaAR] [@VahkiDane]
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	Lein smiled for exactly half a second to Sergio that sent a brief but entirely comprehensible message. [i]I'll flay your backstabbing whoreson skin alive.[/i]. [color=orange]"As I say, a favor. I'm just taking these to where I won't get caught up in a trap."[/color] Lein replied with such confidence that as if all along, everyone should have known that Lein was ferrying out wine siphoned surreptitiously from the castle supplies, and they were stupid for asking. And as soon as he stepped over the thresh-hold, Lein switched from keeping up the self-assured attitude to a full sprint.

	He wasn't sure what happened next exactly, but he could piece it together from the terrible, splitting pain at the back of his head, the cold wine seeping into his clothes, his new orientation being much more horizontally inclined, and an entirely unimpressed maid that was standing over him with a bucket with a freshly dented lip.

	[color=orange]"Good arm,"[/color] was all the Hundi said lying scattered on the stained flagstones, and bracing the last vestiges of yet another of his broken schemes as the embrace of a sorrowful blankness took him.