"Hey, Bain, what are you thinking about?" Leon gave Bain, who was sitting on a sack of grain, a push.
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
Leon plopped down on the ground without a care for his image, his armor CLANKING as he leaned back against a grain sack. He stared at Bain, his expression full of disbelief.
"Stop pretending. If something's on your mind, just say it. Why keep it bottled up? That's not like you."
Bain looked at Leon in surprise. "Is it that obvious?" he asked.
Leon shrugged. "Of course. Orianna was even starting to worry about you."
Leon suddenly leaned in, his voice dropping to a gossipy tone. "You haven't fallen for one of the ladies of Odoche, have you?"
Bain suddenly blushed and gave Leon a light, annoyed punch. "Don't talk nonsense," he said.
"Then what are you thinking about? If you keep acting all quiet like this, Orianna is bound to get the wrong idea.
