[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Between the moment when he'd managed to finally stifle his laughter at Renar's apparent inability to read his moods—inconceivable, that, given that Fionn had had reason to get just as stern with the man himself a time or two—and when he'd slid from his horse's back ready to search the area, the heir to the Cazt name decided to come in from the shadows herself. [color=#008b8b]"Well, at least she could pick a good crew,"[/color] he muttered to himself, looking over to where Steffen and Gerard had begun to search the north side of the clearing.

If only he'd been able to visit here when there [i]wasn't[/i] something nefarious afoot.

[color=#008b8b]"Clarice, don't just gawk at her. There's bound to be more coming, and I doubt Alette will praise you at all if you get back to her all shocked and bloody like."[/color] Unlikely that they'd managed to beat any of the Boars here, unless more of them had managed to expose themselves to the madness of the shard and lost track of their goal—but none of them had seen any such signs on the ride to Cae Mayl.

[color=#008b8b]"Best you come to us now, girl, even if you didn't before,"[/color] he said to Veilena, looking pointedly at her. [color=#008b8b]"One bodyguard isn't going to be enough against a half-mad patrol of Golden Boars trying to kill everything in sight, and if you're going to be working [i]with[/i] us now, I'm sure we'd all feel a lot more comfortable having you further out of harm's way."[/color]