Safrin
Indeed there are so many things Safrin wants from Finn, but she's orchestrated everything so well thus far that she won't ruin it by showing her hand too soon. "Do you think you could...look after Artemide for me?" At the sound of its name, the owl turns her head nearly a full circle to peer up at Safrin. "She...has things to do here. Or to learn, more precisely. She requires very little care and will hunt for her own food. The majority of the time she'll stay with you unless she sees something of interest. But she isn't used to the weather down here, and will require somewhere inside to sleep."
Safrin smiles down at the creature, reaching out to softly stroke her feathers.
"And of course, she's very quiet. Which should be helpful in your line of work."
Safrin smiles down at the creature, reaching out to softly stroke her feathers.
"And of course, she's very quiet. Which should be helpful in your line of work."
