[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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In the face of Lein's attempt to brush him off, Fionn held firm. As he'd expected, Lein wasn't exactly inclined to sit and eat. [color=#008b8b]"This is unusual even for you, lad,"[/color] he said in response to Lein's tired, curious look. [color=#008b8b]"You normally have the sense to show up during the week, rather than leave the rest of us wondering." [i]Let alone having one of us find you in this sorry state.[/i][/color]

He tugged hard against the Hundi's tunic; not enough to drag him down to the ground, but enough to make his intentions clear. [color=#008b8b]"Sit. Eat. I've got a knife you can use to crack the crust and pick out what's inside, unless you feel like breaking your teeth on a peasant's pie. We can get you to the baths after that."[/color]