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Finn shakes his head.

"I think we should confront Mr Verk head on. We're within our rights to inspect the ship on Lady Vanderboren's behalf. If he doesn't like it, he can go take a flying leap into the harbour.

I will meet you down at the docks; I also have some items I need to pick up as well."

Finn returns to the boarding house he's staying in and retrieves his weapons and then heads down to the docks and waits for the others to arrive.

Finn stands up.

"I look forward to talking to this Mr Vark. Milady, if you would write us a note explaining that we're working for you, then we could be off immediately."

Finn blinks, nonplussed.

"Lady Vanderboren, I agree to help you gain access to the Blue Nixie. But if Mr Vark has convincing proof that you have not paid, I won't be any part of burglarizing the ship; you'll need to work that out with the harbourmaster.

We'll need a signed letter from you explaining that we're working on your behalf, of course."

Finn doesn't quite know what to make of It's cryptic remark, but doggedly presses on, giving the Lady the benefit of the doubt for now.

"Still milady, you have the right to inventory the contents of the ship, including the ring if it is still there. If you cannot sort out the fees with the harbourmaster, at least you could bring in a jeweler to make a copy of it.

Captain Forzakhad, it sounds like finding the Lady's ring would be the first step before doing anything."

Finn waits until everyone has been served (except for the warforged, of course), then tucks in with gusto.

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After Lady Vanderboren finishes her request, Finn frowns with indignation.

"If this fellow Vark is as corrupt as you say and the law refuses to help, it would be my pleasure to show him the error of his ways. Even if he didn't receive your payment, at least you should be allowed on board the ship to make sure nothing has been taken. Did Mr Vark give you a receipt when you paid him?"

"Thank you, milady. It is a pleasure to meet you; I've heard nothing but good things about you and your family."

Finn sits and looks hungrily at the food, patiently waiting until it's time to eat.

Finn glares indignantly at the new arrival. He cannot honestly defend his lineage, but one remark sparks his ire:

"There is nothing dishonourable about earning an honest's day's pay for an honest day's work, sirrah -- whether you're a soldier or a scullery maid! But that was what I originally suspected: that Lady Vanderboren was looking for mercenaries."

He glances at the young girl doubtfully.

A puzzled frown appears on the half-elf's face.

"Oh. Maybe I misunderstood why Lady Vanderboren asked me here. Do you know if she's looking for kitchen help, parlour maids, general labourers -- that sort of thing...?"

Finn nods to the motley assortment of potential employees that Lady Vanderboren has assembled. It seemed like it was only yesterday that he had never even heard of the strange mechanical men called "war-forged", and yet here he was standing next to a pair of them! Setting aside his curiosity, he turned to the young girl:

"Excuse me, child. Are you certain you're in the right place?"

Finn does nothing else constructive until the time of the meeting rolls around.

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Fixed the "hogarth" posts above, too.

"Your reluctance to say anything is suspicious, but I'll go."

He goes back to watching the match.

Finn draws his eyes away from the match (his interest had waned after the carver's ignominious defeat) and reads the note.

"If she's offering paying work, I could use the money," he admits. "This Mistress Vanderboren -- is she an upstanding woman of good character? If she's looking for thugs and cutpurses, I refuse to have any part of it."

He scrutinizes the half-orc's face for the least hint of falsehood.

Finn is sitting in the bleachers of the arena, mesmerized by the spectacle before him. Today is a special occasion: Valemus Sett is facing a dangerous adversary -- a vicious carver imported from the Talenta plains. The half-orc's swordplay is dazzling, but Finn's attention is focused on the fighting style of the huge reptile. It stalks the gladiator gracefully...watching for an opening...then springs impossibly fast, flailing away with four deadly claws and a mouthful of grinning teeth!

The sight is truly awe-inspiring to Finn and his mind tries to absorb every aspect of the lethal ballet. "How can I add that leg sweep to my elbow smash? My teeth aren't as sharp, but maybe that neck bite would work," he muses. At times like these, he forgets all about his former homeland and lives only in the moment.

"Sounds good to me."

-Finn

Deleted as not being noteworthy enough. :)

O.K. -- Finn Killshrike the monk/sorcerer is mostly done, I think.