[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] Route to Blacksmith's Forge
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@Raineh Daze]
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	[i]So one of those stone-faces, eh.[/i] The bluntness of her response was hardly surprising, but nonetheless informative. He could reasonably rule out her being sent by the witch or Hadrianus. Her brazen presence was here to intimidate, or perhaps whoever sent Rui didn't really care whether Rui made herself known. That left: rival houses from Ithillin, the royals from the Thalnese ball and someone targeting the Roses by proxy. Lein wasn't important enough to be specifically targeted by the latter two, and the former would not hire someone from foreign lands. Another possibility popped into Lein's head, though his ears twitched just thinking of it. That strange nightmare that Lein still couldn't clarify in his memory, and a dream that had similarly plagued many of his colleges. Something about an endless battle under the gaze of a voyeuristic woman. And the most knowledgeable one to ask about this weird dream magic would be...urgh.

	[color=orange]"I'm honored, but instructed by who?"[/color] Lein said, apparently amused. Lein knew full well that the answer would probably be some species of 'I cannot say' or 'An interested party', but he also knew that these types also operated on the policy of never illuminating information unless directly asked. [color=orange]"C'mon, these are supposed to be at Ardor's by now, and I'm not letting him get cranky for me."[/color] He maneuvered the wheelbarrow past the leproine swordswoman and trundled along to the forge, inviting Rui to follow.