[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
[hr]
[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] Cae Mayl
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@Conscripts] [@Psyker Landshark]
[hr]

	Safe. Maybe. If this melting pile of bones ever did so much as to shiver, Lein would burn this entire hill and forest to ash. Lein stepped on a trickle of tar that was escaping from the disintegrating corpse and kicked up a small mound of dirt to contain whatever malignant essence these things carried with them. Perhaps it would do nothing, but for now Lein couldn't summon the effort to put the care in. The battle was over, and these Boars had lost not just their leader and a slew of troops, but their reputation and dignity as well. Weren't much of a sporting threat after all, when they had to stare down something as big as them. Feckless upstarts, never did test their mettle till their arrogance broke them.

	[color=orange]"I'm fairing splendidly horridly. I just set up the perfect finish and these blasted things just had to ruin the coup de grace. Can't even take a trophy from this muck. Let me use your back."[/color] Without a further word, Lein climbed onto Steffen's back and rested his head on the Ingvarr's shoulder. As the rush of the battle left him, Lein was left with a listless ennui that had taken residence in his mind for the better part of the last couple days. Boredom was a part of it, but some unwanted tendril of fatigue had clung to him, far past the period on top of that castle wall. [color=orange]"One of these days, we're gonna go somewhere nice for once. Good clean air, green grass, a nice view of the beach cliffs with a nice cloudy sky. And not a damned necromancer in sight."[/color]

	[color=orange]"We'll drain the castle's stock of mead and hunt the local boar packs to extinction, and light up the sky with the biggest bonfire known by the goddesses."[/color] Then, with a teasing smirk toward Renar, [color=orange]"And we'll invite all the ROses too. But only the nice and pretty ones."[/color] Though Lein wasn't sure if such a frantic celebration would even be in Renar's favor. He had seen that man rest, for sure - but [i]relaxing[/i] was a different story. Drink was one way for many men to take the edge off, but perhaps for the vengeful Brias violence was its own kind of reward?

	[color=orange]"I'm happy to meet half-way and settle for Aimlenn right now."[/color] Lein said as he flicked off a slick of tar from Steffen's armor. [color=orange]"Let's get this over with and get some answers out of the darling Cazt heir."[/color]