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The Room

*Finnick laughs as fire surrounds him, hot enough to sear through armor. The staff itself erupts in a wave of cold energy*
Finnick: I'll make you into a fucking carpet!

The Room

*Lecter leans against the wall and nods to John*
Lecter: Ever shut one of these portals before?

*Finnick stands his ground and jabs his staff at Tiaz, causing a large boulder to appear out of thin air and fly at the shaman, while Finnick grins*
Finnick: Kitty has anger issues! Watch out, I've half a mind to stick a rage demon in you! See which one is angrier.

*The Elf raises an eyebrow*
Elf: I know I am an elf. Believe me, I wish you were the first one to bother me about that fact. And I'm just following Finnick around to stop him from causing an apocalypse or something. We're kind of a team.
*She shakes her head at the last question*
Elf: Not recently. I try to avoid spoon-ears, asides from Finnick when I can. Well, any that have a grudge against me for being an elf.

The Room

*Lecter frowns slightly as Horus leaves*
Lecter: Who's Jilial?
*He shrugs and looks at the others*
Lecter: I'll meet you outside.

*Finnick laughs as Gordon fires at Tiaz, and doesn't seemed to be phased*
Finnick: Blood magic, impressive. Or the dwarven equivalent, it seems. I'm beginning to like you more, Gordon. Even if you still haven't said what's so valuable for you.
*He casually slips his staff from hand to hand, somewhat hoping that Tiaz tries to attack him again*

*The elf folds her arms across her chest and harumphs at Gordon*
Elf: I'm an elf, not some mutant. I'd prefer some respect about the manner.
*She sighs internally at Gordon's display of violence, but she's used to that from Finnick. She's also glad that she didn't have to intervene between Tiaz and Finnick*

The Room

*Lecter nods and sparks up a cigarette*
Lecter: Let's go.

*Finnick frowns, as if deep in thought, and looks up to examine the sky*
Finnick: Its storming? Well Hell, I should have brought a coat.
*He just waves a hand at Tiaz, brushing off his threat*
Finnick: What was taken? Some kind of jewel? Your wife?

*A second tree shifts forms, this one taking shape as a blonde haired and green eyed elf, wearing yellow robes. She walks towards Finnick, who frowns at her*
Finnick: I told you to-
Elf: I wasn't going to keep that disguise going while you kept running into people. You should've let the cat kill that Templar, and we could have left.

The Room

*Lecter shrugs*
Lecter: I think the book should just be burned, but as long as Zeta won't be killed, you might as well have it. But there's an emphasis on Zeta being left out of this. I don't want to see her hurt for this.

*Finnick laughs at Gordon's threat*
Finnick: Looks like a Teverian standoff. Name's Finnick, glad to see someone else with a sense of humor. Now, what's so valuable? All I see is a dead Templar, long may he rot in the Fade, and an overgrown Mabari.
*He gestures to Tiaz with his last comment*

The Room

*Finnick rolls his eyes at Tiaz*
Finnick: You act like there's something valuable here. Unless you're sitting on a goldmine of Lyrium or Red Lyrium, I doubt it's worth my time. Even then, I have to call in some dwarves just to get the damn stuff.
*He looks back at the new guy*
Finnick: Ignore the oversized Fennes, he's just defensive about his trees or something.

The Room

*Finnick turns to regard the newcomer*
Finnick: An apostate at its finest. Even though that term is a bit unfair, I never accepted the Chantry in the first place. Not like I would, their methods are far too boring.
*He blinks rapidly and smiles sheepishly*
Finnick: Rambling again, who are you? Some kind of mage? Looks like a form of displacement magic, not that it's how I would do it. But I'm sure your way works too.

The Room

*Lecter shrugs*
Lecter: He wants some book from Zeta because it's got secrets of governments being tyrants.
*He's pretty nonchalant about it, as he's used to actual Devils, and even though it disappoints him, he knows that humans can be as bad as Devils on occasion*

*Finnick shakes his head*
Finnick: They have armor that saps at magical strength, and they normally get high on Lyrium. Believe me, they're very good at killing mages when they try hard enough. Luckily, they haven't found out just how hard they need to try to get even close to me. Doubt they will, either!
*He shrugs at Tiaz's question*
Finnick: Well, I was looking for some elfroot, and I caught word of some Templars looking for me. Couldn't pass up the opportunity to enjoy myself, and give my friends at the Chantry a warning. As for business, so far nothing.

The Room

*Finnick tips his staff at Darus*
Finnick: Those fucks. They hunt anyone that's not in their Chantry cult and like killing mages because they're "dangerous". Don't get me wrong, they are dangerous, but mostly because they mess with them in the first place. It's like poking a bee's nest...
*The mage only stops his rant at Tiaz's final question, and he can't help himself from chuckling again*
Finnick: You heard me right. And you act like being human is an insult. Definitely better than being one of those Qun Empire servants or being stuck in Orzammus because seeing the Maker forsaken sun cause a you to be exiled. Now, do you want something from me, or did you just waste my time with bothering that Templar?

The Room

*Lecter sighs*
Lecter: Vaseraga willingly put himself in the maw of a Devil to assist us, even when he didn't even know anything about us aside from our names. Even with his gray actions towards Zeta, I trust him to have some semblance of decency.

*The man laughs, leaning on his staff to prevent himself from falling over*
Man: I apologize, my dear wildebeest. I simply used this land to ambush the Templars, it wasn't meant to be a hole invasion!
*He stops chuckling enough to stand up straight, though he's still smirking*
Man: Finnick. That's the name.