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So Finn could infuse elemental energy into matter, but couldn’t understand basic instructions, and Sera remained evasive about her capabilities regardless of the call for openness. If nothing else, it was good that the archer had recovered his wits. With ten years of experience…perhaps that would make him related to the short people of the west, rather than a pureblood human being. Or maybe those ten years he counted as adventure, when he spent it with a group of more experienced adventurers. Finn did not appear as if time had altered him much from his adolescence, really.

Perhaps that too was a mutation though. A semblance of innocence was a useful guise for predators.

Such a mutation could be seen most clearly within their tardy handler. Shorter than even Finn, with bestial attributes that coaxed complacency despite the cruel capriciousness that felines were well-known for. Qantz-Farron’s eyes traced the movement of the flask, its luminescent contents brilliant in the dim room. The work itself though, was pedestrian. He breathed in the hearty smoke of his pipe once more, before extinguishing the embers and placing a stone cap over the end. He slipped the pipe into the inner pocket of his coat, before taking the offered pin and placing it upon his right wrist cuff.

[b]“The Watch can only stay vigilant for so long,”[/b] Qantz-Farron replied. [b]“And dealers from above may only meet them above. My recommendation would be to treat them as roaches, Sera, and flush them out as such. I’m certain you’d appreciate such an adjustment in mentality.”[/b]

He extended a pale hand towards Nyrien, palm up.

[b]“The flask, Handler?”[/b]