*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.