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	Finlay found himself carrying an arms load of shackles as he watched, dumbfounded, at the conversations taking place in front of him. "[color=929292]Huh[/color]" He huffed as he shook his head violently, exuding as much effort as he could to try and comprehend what he was seeing.  Confusion grew to incredulousness, which grew further to frustration.

	"[i][b][color=929292]Listen fookin 'ere![/color][/b][/i]" he shouted, his teapot finally coming to a steam.  He threw the shackles at Colin , his upper lip baring his teeth as he watched the metal fly.  His jaw dropped in a snarl, his lower teeth in full display as he stormed into the center of the muck.  "[color=929292]I don't know where the fook you think you are, but if there is any confusion, allow me to clarify.[/color]

	Finlay stormed up to Gottfried and grabbed his blade, forcibly removing it from Brighid's neck, his own blood trailing down the wrinkles of his palm as he audibly growled at the knight, pushing the sword away.

	"[color=929292]You're in the heart of the nightmare dreamt by the devil himself.  You're surrounded by those filtered out from the weak, hand chosen to oppose the spawn of evil.  If you think, any one of you, that those shackles were to protect [i]us[/i] from [i]you[/i], then you still don't understand the world you've just stepped into.  Those were for [i]your [/i]protection.  Those were to make sure you didn't piss us off.  Those were to make sure [i]you [/i]survived.[/color]"  Finlay looked back at the chains, grimacing, before facing the lot again.

	He cleared his throat and regained his composure.  "[color=929292]That said, impressive work.  Adaptability, execution.  Your wits are invaluable, your allies even moreso.  If you're going to dine with me tonight, you've got to realize that the people around you are your only hope of survival, whether you like them or not.  If you see tomorrow, it will be because someone in these rooms made that happen.  Look around and realize that you've just been introduced to yer best fookin friends.[/color]"  Finlay began to pace as he barked.  "[color=929292]You jobby faced idiots are under my watch now which means your success is my success.  Your failure is my failure.  Let me tell ya, kiddos.[/color]"  Finlnay leaned in and whispered very loud.  "[color=929292]I don't fail.[/color]"  

	Straightening up, Finlay scanned each face with a look of disgust, pausing to take in each pair of eyes.  "[color=929292]The next bit is a doozy.  Blood is guaranteed to spill.  If any of ya think you can do this alone, I've got some like-minded friends I wanna introduce ya to.  Gonna need a shovel, though.[/color]"  He gave each one a leering glance before turning his back on the lot.  "[color=929292]And if any of you dobbers ever hand something to me without me asking for it, I'll mount yer fookin head on my mantle.[/color]"  He started striding off and took a turn down a different corridor.  "[color=929292]15 minutes[/color]" came his voice echoing down the stone hallway as he took his leave.