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With such eloquence of speech, perhaps the pale woman wasn’t so far off when she addressed that youth as a boy after all. Still, Finn Reinheart. Even at a glance, one could understand that the youth was a warrior. Fledging and inexperienced in more than one way, but one with a strong enough foundation that there was reason for him to be working for the Wayfarer’s Guild. Qantz-Farron drew in another lungful of smoke-infused air, and let it out. Undoubtedly, Finn was the physically strongest within this group.

But Sera could still wrap him around her finger.

And now, her gaze had turned to match his own, biting words eliciting a smirk to meet her grin. [b]“Qantz-Farron Jinterrez Yusentein,”[/b] he replied, dipping his head and taking a step back in the mockery of a bow. [b]“Disregard the last two, and address me by the first two.”[/b] He straightened up, but remained where he was, by the window. [b]“I meant my words as observations only, but to construe that as a threat, hm...you [i]are[/i] an interesting one, aren't you?”[/b]

Qantz-Farron turned towards the warrior then, his smile fading, expression without warmth.

[b]“And Finn, it’s a pleasure.”[/b]