[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] Get Me Out Of Here
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	Lein yawned, idly staring at the battlements as wind blew sour from within the fort.

	[i]Join the Knights, she said. Do something meaningful for once, she said.[/i]

	His eyes watered from scouring the surrounding landscape, picking off the last remaining bits of originality he could scavenge. 567 bricks along this particular section of the wall. 45 of them cracked. And then there was this one that was cracked pretty neatly in half, with jagged edges that looked kinda like Chauntressy - 

	Hell. It had barely taken a candle's worth of 'lookout duty' to make the Hundi start losing his marbles.

	Lein sat backwards on the wall and glanced enviously back at the fort. Others were hunting down this rogue blasphemy from an ancient hellscape that the Church butter-fingered into the lap of a lunatic mercenary group. And here was Lein, worldly traveler, elite knight of whatever-rose, and champion of counting bricks. Gouging his eyes out with boredom. 

	[i]I hate this job.[/i]