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Finn is visually uncomfortable in the presence of the devil, but does not mark him. He bows, "We apologies for such an intrusion, friend. You know what you are, so you know it is only natural for my friend there to mark you as his quarry." He pauses to see the creatures reaction, "But we are also aware of your nature."
Finn continues, "We are Pathfinder, and have been sent here to secure this space for our society. Your presence here complicates this matter. In fact, a certain past owner, now spirit, still resides here, and is unable to pass on his inheritance to the living. This makes things a little complicated, don't you see?" "Now, we can do this, the easy way, or the hard way? But knowing you have a tendency for deals, what would you like in return for you vacating your throne and rule over this domain?"
As Finn climbs up to the top, and see's the ghost, he looks back down to the rest of his team, and ushers them to get up here quickly. The ghost is intrigued. "...Last folks were those Pathfinders about a century ago... Shame how that turned out. I did warn them about the devil in the attic you know.” He smiles warmly at the ghost, "While my friends make the tea, let us be aquainted. I am Finn, and these are Anjo, Reev, Loonie, Xun and Crunch. We are the new generation of Pathfinders, coming to seek out this place. We were given directions by Ven Strickmund back in town. It is good to see something remains within these walls to keep civility in place." He bows to the Chillaxian man before proceeding, "You mentioned a devil?" Eager to hear more about this story, Finn is happy to share any information about the outside world the ghost might be interested in.
Noticing how Anjo is already on the move, Finn moves closely behind him watching for anything that his ranger friend might miss. He follows the group up the rope.
"We might want to trigger them and make sure the kobolds haven't hid any of their valuables beneath. Perhaps throw the dead kobolds on top and see if the floor collapses." "A sound tactic. I doubt anyone will miss them. Here." He takes one of the goblins, and tosses him into the trap, to see if it would reveal anything. Inside the next room, Finn keeps his companion on his shoulder, not letting he fly into the room. Her moves forward slighly, only to peer deaper into the room. "Does anyone smell more kobolds?"
He comes back carrying a small leather-pouch and hands it to Finn. "I can make only one of these and only you two experienced visions, at least so it seems. Goblins sometimes are more resilient to whispers of the eternal plane. It should protect you..." Finn happily accepts the trinket, and puts it on his belt. "Thank you Xun. I shall carry this on my person, and may it help to drive away the bad spirits in this place. Something tells me this will come in very helpful."
As Finn wakes, sweat running down his brows, he gasps for air almost violently, "Aaahh." Flute flies over, bringing a small animal she had hunted for breakfast, trying to give some comfort to the ranger. Finn nods at Anjo, "Indeed. A vision of terrible horror and death." He stands, taking some water from his flask and pooring it over to freshen up. "Could it have been the wine?" He ponders this question for a while, before getting ready for the day. "How far away are we anyway? We should get going."
It's hard to tell if Finn dozed off during the long tale, but eventually Flute flies up and pecks him in the ear to wake him up. "Sounds like the Pathfinders had no interest in returning back to reclaim the site, after they had sold it. At least now, it makes since. I heard the Pathfinder Society had never been good at book-keeping." He pauses, before asking a question, "So does this mean that you are the owner of said lands now? Not sure what the property laws are around here, but that would be my guess. Can you take us there?"
Ven raises one hand in a vigorous wave and calls out to them, “Well, ’ello there friends! Welcome t’ Sauerton! Thalia let me know ye were comin’. Grab a chair and sit a spell!” Finn kindly takes a seat, and takes a glass of wine to taste it, "You know what i love about a good cup of wine, Miss Strickmund - is when it remind you of where you grew up." He takes another sip, and smiles, "Now, i believe you know why we are here."
Finn nods at Anjo and Xun, "Well met." But he tries his best to ignore the various goblins bickering about. He snickers, "The early bird, get's the worm, I believe the saying is, my small friend." The ranger walks with Thalia, "Thank you Thalia. A side question, if i may, is there much history here in this town with Pathfinders? I know we haven't had a presence here in a long time, but did something particular happen to cause such a divide?" He makes small talk for the rest of the walk to their destination.
Finn is a tall and slender man, his tanned skin shows that he has come from somewhere with plenty of sun. Dressed in a simple tunic, the man approaches Thalia, and the group of pathfinders around her, silently nodding to the group as he does so. He has a small falcon on his shoulder, who makes a cheerful caw and takes off into the sky to spread her wings and enjoy the beautiful weather. "Some wine for breakfast? It must be my lucky day." he jests as he makes his introductions, "I'm Finn. And this is my partner, Flute." There is a slight pause, as the stoic man decides to to say next, "I look forward to working with all of you."
Finn takes care of his bird, and then Grimms' wounds. "It is not deep. But those bloodsuckers got you good..." He applies a badnage to hopefully stop the bleeding.
Finn just frowns when he sees Haru, "Did you really think coming here alone was a good idea? ANd no, Zabu, we cannot ask them to go back on their own - they will never make it. You two stay here, while we deal with whatever is inside the cave. Let's go."
Finn shakes his head, "Looks like he is too far gone. Do you think the mosquitos in this place can cause people to loose their senses as well as their iron?" Not sure if that was the best place for a joke of such nature, but the dark ranger spat it out anyway. He inspects the man from a distance. "That is lung disease. Been around plenty of cases. Plenty of that stuff going around in the slave pits of Quadira. Not sure what i'll be able to do for him here with the resources i have, but i can try." He aproaches the man, covering his nose with his arm. The tall ranger is menacing, but tries to make himself look a little smaller. "If you cough on me, i'll kill you before the disease does." he tells the man, before administering some first aid on him. He hopes the others did not hear him.
Finn looks like he hasn't slept a wink all night, his hair is in complete dissaray and bare arms bruised with red marks as if he was spent the entire night swatting away at mosquitos. With a twitch, he adds, "'Morning." before ordering a keg of milk. He orders another small cup for Flute, putting it down on stool beside the bird and twyl. He nods, "Smithy first. Then the woods. And if we have to spend another night in this mosquito ridden place, you won't stop me from communing with the dark gods and summoning a blaze to burn these mosquitos to the ground..." After a friend moment, "I'm kidding...that was a joke, i can't actually do that..."
Finn nods at Jayma, "I will try my best." He gives a quick glance at the compass, "Never liked those things. Always got me lost in the first place." He jokes, before getting serious and looking for a way back to Shimmerford.
He lets his falcon fly ahead of him, always keeping note of where his companion is. Flute keeps him going the right way, as he leads the group back to town.
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