[center][h2][color=b5a0d2]Steffen Gravinir[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
[color=b5a0d2]"Yeah, yeah. I'm certain we'll get our peace at some point, a brief moment of respite from continuous work and fighting."[/color] A weary smile formed after the long sigh, as he felt Lein's subtle movements on his back and shoulders, having mostly used to his 'backseating' shenanigans on a fine normal day, but battle fatigue's slow crawl was making that a lot more apparent. [color=b5a0d2]"Aimlenn sounds good, but..."[/color] 

His occasional concerned side-glance at Sir Renar's little rant converted back to direct contact, as Steffen was asked what to do. More of a nudge than anything. Renar's tone of voice and the previous personal tirade made it pretty clear where his sentiment lies. [color=b5a0d2]"Yeah, seems like these are just lowly pawns that they clearly don't know how to use. Our only lead at this point is...well..."[/color] He gestured up to Lein on his shoulders and what he just said. [color=b5a0d2]"...or that now dead commander, whatever they could extract outta him."[/color]

With that he began to walk back, but not without a last glance at Renar. [color=b5a0d2]"And let's hope to the goddesses that this isn't another word dance routine like back in the fort."[/color] 

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