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The Room

*Finnick smiles at Taboo and bows his head*
Finnick: Hello, sweetheart! Does this place seek alcohol and possibly grilled food?

*The Elf gives a small smile and bows her head as well, yet remains silent for now*

The Room

*Lecter inspects the weapon and nods*
Lecter: What exactly is a primal beast? Why are they so important?

*Finnick and his companion reach the door presumably after Xan and Co get inside, and he swings the door wide open. He walks in while whistling, and looks around*
Finnick: Interesting tavern.

*The elf frowns and stands behind and to the side of Finnick*
Elf: Looks more like a home. We're trespassing, then.
*She has no idea why she's saying this, as Finnick would be fully aware of that, and frankly wouldn't give a damn*
*The Elf looks around the room for any occupants while still frowning*
Elf: Hope they aren't violent.

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*Finnick and the elf spot the Room in the distance, and Finnick grins*
Finnick: Tavern it is! Maybe we'll get a Qunari to start a fight.
*He giggles and quickens his pace, not relying on his staff at all to walk*

*The Elf rolls her eyes, and partially enjoys Finnick's enthusiasm, and also feels sorry for anyone that's in the tavern (Room), because Finnick is coming*
Elf: At least they'll walk away rich. If they don't die...

The Room

*Lecter nods to Beatrice, and smirks at her comment about Eustace*
Lecter: Never misses. Quite the fest.
*He watches Bea bounce around, and takes an interest in her sword*
Lecter: Interesting blade. Guessing it wasn't a Devil bound one, if you're like your companions?

The Room

*Finnick laughs as Gordon implodes, and he rolls his shoulders*
Finnick: Alright, I'd say it's time we take our leave. Enjoy the Lyrium, neighbor!
*He laughs as he walks away, with the Elf following at his side*
Elf: Where to next?
Finnick: Somewhere with more Lyrium! Or a tavern. I could go for grilled food.

The Room

*Lecter follows after Eustace, still keeping an eye out for threats*
Lecter: How many of you are there?

*Finnick yawns as he pulls a root out of one of his pockets, and he starts chewing on it*
Finnick: Three whole moon cycles. Impressive that a cursed one even got that far. Normally a demon or Templars would've taken care of that by now. Guess they're slacking.
*He can't help but smirking, like usual*
Finnick: Doesn't help that I put four more of them in the ground.

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*Finnick smirks at Gordon*
Finnick: Sure did! And I didn't have to stain my robe, that would've been a travesty. On continental proportions, I might add.
*He looks back at the elf*
Finnick: Ready to go? I'm hungrier than a Fennec in a desert. Unless Gordy here needs something? I get the feeling that the cat doesn't like me.

The Room

*Finnick chuckles as he floats his staff into his hands*
Finnick: Oookayyy, I'll be leaving after that.
*He rolls his eyes as he tosses Tiaz a pouch filled with a blue dust, which glows of its own accord. If Tiaz were to touch it with bare skin, he'd feel slightly ill as he wouldn't have an immunity to the substance's effects*
Finnick: Don't take it all at once. Even for a big guy like you, you'll probably be dead in an hour. This shit connects you to the Fade, so have fun while it lasts!
*He smirks as he looks at his elf companion*
Finnick: See? I can be easy going. Not that I need to prove it to you, after that caravan incident.

*The elf just rolls her eyes, though she's glad the fight is over*

The Room

You sure can, we're always looking for more new members.

The Room

*A ward flashes up to absorb the energy heading towards Finnick, albeit being destroyed by the hit*
Finnick: Give me my staff back and we'll call it even. Even get you some Lyrium dust to have, if you want. It's my final offer.
*Finnick draws a small knife, and slices his palm open calmly*
Finnick: Or I get the Fade to make an appearance. Not sure we want that headache right now.

*The Elf shrugs*
Elf: By some. I was more hated when I fled the Chantry with Finnick.
*She tries to ignore the fight, and isn't worried for Finnick's sake as she's sure of his capabilities*
Elf: What are you looking for? And who is John?
*Her tone is patient and seemingly genuinely inquisitive, without a hint of her demanding an answer*