Watching Lyra attempt to use conjuration magic was quite a sight... [i]I wonder if she would be open to me teaching her some magic[/i] Finrod thought, then a quick glimpse to the past, a vision of a High Elf standing guard over a group of Imperial Soldiers, Screams echoed, as the man, using destruction magic spit flames from his hands, killing the unarmed prisoners... Anger overtook Finrod, holding back tears, he clears his throat, hearing Lyras questions about the earlier events inside the Tavern.

Trying to hide the emotion from his visions from the war he replies, "I did... and I can not explain it..." thinking if he should tell Lyra everything or not, "I cant explain it... I just... I saw an image of The Blades... I saw a temple, It might have been the Sky Haven Temple..." His voice breaking, unable to hold back the tears from before, one slowly trickles down his face, attempting to hide it, he wipes it away. "I... I dont know why... but..." Hesitating [i]I feel like we are connected somehow[/i] Finrod thinks without saying it outloud... Watching Lyra for any hint or gesture of her feelings towards the awkward situation... 

[i]I want to tell her everything...[/i] Finrod said, but he means his past, and not just of the visions they shared. [i]But why... I dont know her... why do I trust her...[/i] Finrod looked towards the sky, as if looking for a devine sign of some kind. Lost in thought he keeps looking up, forgetting he has anyone with him, as he never brings anyone to this place. Tucked away just enough, but close to home... 

[i]What would she think if she knew of my past... the things I have done... the reasons I cant go home...[/i] Clearly emotional now, Finrod continues to look into the sky