wheretheheartls
Leon, already having fished at the Keeno Lake, walks back on the road to Selphia while stretching absentmindedly. Days like this, when everyone's busy and he's left on his own -- really, they're the worst. He's spent enough time by himself, considering all past events, so it's only natural to want company. But who to pester? Thee's no one within range, at least he doesn't think so -- until he catches a figure walking by the entrance of Selphia, looking stoic while on patrol.
He initially held no interest towards Forte, finding her heavily-guarded personality to be a barrier, but with time he's realized she has the potential to be a fantastic target. And so, there's nothing really stopping him from approaching the knight. Not even the fact she may or may not have thrown him some looks in the past.
"Truly, you never seem to put down that sword of yours." His smile is seemingly harmless as he sidles up to her. "I don't see the need for it. We hardly ever get any trouble here anymore. Pretty boring, don't you think?"
