*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.