[center][h2][color=b5a0d2]Steffen Gravinir[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Unlike most, Steffen spent the rest of the trip back to Aimlenn in repose, despite the baggage on him. He was more than satisfied with so many Boars wiped off the face of the continent, some by his own hands too. His revelry in taking a human lives was a rare cuisine, but sweetened from past encounters, and here it was his to savour. Ultimately, he slept that night well.

The Ingvarr took his time the next morning, justifying his absence from his usual spot in Candaeln with the lengthy sortie two days prior and the battle with the Boar. And it didn't seem like such measures were that required, the day was much quieter than normal. There were knights at the training grounds like usual, but the usual suspects weren't there at the time. The library was also without its commongoers. At least Lein was still doing his own things, though at this point Steffen was too used to it to correct him on the Hundi's duty. It turned out, the garden was the gathering spot this time around. Not a bad choice, but he raised his eyebrows towards the sight afar. 

As he approached them, he could discern the general outline of the topic the two knights were discussing, but held back and instead letting his natural physique catch the attention before raising his hand for a gentle greeting. 

[color=b5a0d2]"Good morning. Fancy seeing you three here. Sir Gerard, how're you holding up?"[/color] Steffen eyed Gerard for a bit, judging the healers worked as impeccable just like usual, but sporting the usual concern he'd reserve for a younger less experienced knight, before turning back to Fanilly and Fionn. [color=b5a0d2]"I don't see you guys often around here. While I hope you're enjoying the calm scenic, I couldn't help but ask: what's the occasions?"[/color]

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