Finch picked up his pace, now that the others appeared to have decided now was the time to go. Blood-Red Brynn, his name was. Certainly, the same name he had heard from the local rumors. The bandit chief who was back stabbed by his own crew. He seemed an amiable sort, or so that's how he conducted himself. Finch still didn't trust him. For all he knew, Brynn would turn around and kill this lot in their sleep. But he seemed to view this as a genuine job - perhaps he needn't worry. Not now, at least.

His pace was quicker than the others, just from habit. What he lacked in long legs was quick feet. The crossbow was set on his shoulder, the butt  and rucksack in front of him. He balled up the clean clothes and stuffed it in the sack, tying it shut again. He had a plan in mind for it, he didn't want to put it on just yet... although, actually, he desperately wanted to.

Now, Cedric, as the one Reachman introduced himself as, was an ass.

That's it.

His size didn't seem so scary when he starts talking, because you're too busy wondering what that sword-on-grindstone cringe tier of a voice he has would sound like when choking on his own teeth. Not that Finch thought he was [i]capable[/i] of that... but it was fun to imagine.

[color=crimson]"They're not around every corner, I wouldn't think... lest it's the emperor's tower."[/color] Finch refuted. [color=Crimson]"And we only need in their dungeon, and sometimes the entrance is someplace outside the main doors... just punch the [i]elf[/i], I guess."[/color]

Finch paused and looked around, anticipating their stares. Here he was, this beggar, talking as though he knows better. Surely an affront on anyone's ego, but dammit, Finch had his own life to save! This Reachman's pride didn't matter!

[color=Crimson]"I..."[/color] Finch started to explain himself. He sighed in resignation. [color=Crimson]"I... used to hang around some of those spots. Fantasized a bit over the stolen possessions box, ways to get in... but I had never actually done a heist, or... something like this before."[/color]

Finch swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. The realization of the sort of people surrounding him once again striking him. He immediately became self-conscious.

[color=Crimson]"My... my name's Finch - I- I mean my last name, but, ah... I can go in and out of places quickly.  It's easy when nobody notices you."[/color]