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She must have had many a-Bard, tell her various lines or what be. But not Finnick, no. He didn't give lines, he spoke truths (some flowered, some honeyed) but truths all the same. It was her grace stand that cause that devilish grin to form. And with it, the promise of danger. "My dear, do not...

"Then agree to disagree, we shall, my dear." He said with a playful grin followed by a rather loose strumming of his lute. "As for the why, you're so intriguing.. the piercing eyes, the disarming smile, the pure.. aura of interest. Many dames put on a facade of feigned humility. Based on your...

"What has been decreed, cannot be undone." He would say remorsefullly. Perhaps he meant it or perhaps he had only been putting on an act, maybe even a mixture of both. "It is good that she did then, lo your absence still bore heavy upon my soul." He would bite back a laugh at her next words...

And sure enough, as the voice grew nearer, Finnick would stroll into view. The birds seemed to flock after him as he played, his fingers deftly gliding along his lute. When he saw her, he didn't stop playing, in fact, he only smiled and changed his direct course for her. In some more steps...

A surprise deal with surprise twists and turns?! Sign him up! He was ready and willing to put his body on the line for some potential freakiness. I mean, who wouldn't be? All redheads were crazy and that was half the fun. Add some fire into the mix and you have the potential for a chardrake...

Finnick would watch her reaction to those wandering hands and given her little regard for them, he would be the gentleman and continue to grace her body with the compliments it had earned. "If I die, you can cremate me and the guys who won. I lose, you can cremate them and smother me with...

As she sat there, Aine would hear the gentle strum of a lute, the melody that of something peaceful.. pure. Finnick had been practicing all morning, not because he needed it, but because music brought him joy in every form. It was a respite, a break. He had heard of a string of crimes in Vel...

And boy were those cheeks warm. It was as if she had motorboated a trio of big breasted orcs from the Blightlands. Huh.. the Firebreather and the busty Orcettes. That had all the makings of a great song. Hed give that a mental notation. The hand at her cheek would trail down her body, teasing...

Oh, a woman's anger. Few things aroused Finnick such as this. "Unfortunately for you, my dear, you've no control over who is or isn't a muse for me." He would pause his departure as she continued to speak, no doubt thinking her tongue was barbed and dealing immense damage to him by the second...

Finnick would take her hand gently before kissing the back of her hand. "My lady, Alecia, it was my utmost honor to meet you. Tell them to put it on my tab." He would release her hand with a smile and crouch to pet Mint, who he began to speak to in Elvish. Alecia-mae

"Well, a good name nonetheless." Finnick would say, rising to his feet and snatching a towel in the process to wipe the chicken grease from his hands. "Been awhile since I have seen such a loyal companion." He praised the wolf. "I have a few more songs left for the night." He would respond...

Finnick didn't mind the growling, in fact, he spoke his own elven to Mint. The wolf was merely protecting its family, and he could respect that. He would return the smile to her. "Then I will call you Alecia-Mae until I earn that privilege." His focus returned to the wolf. "Mint. A noble...

With the tavern already erupting into cheers, Finnick would hop down from the table to take his final break for the night. His coin purse was heavier than its ever been and safely tucked away, he was down five decoys so far, one of which had been returned. The crowd loved him. All but one...

"Oh trust me, my dear, it shoots supa hot fire." He said with a smirk. "Teeth boiling, that sounds.. impressive to say the least." The girl was just as nuts as he remembered, and he was with it. Who better to break her off then the Amorous? That was rhetorical, nobody was better than he. For...

If Finnick enjoyed the back and forth between the ladies, he wouldn't betray it with an expression. Just a grin that seemed to come and go when talking to the pair. "Oh my dear, if I happened upon a Djinn tomorrow, you could rest assured that one wish would be used for you." He would continue...