FINN
the spyglass
"Healing well and with a penchant for paper," Finn agrees, straightening up as the cloud wyrm emerges with a few notes; it's just scrap, nothing important, and so he surrenders the treasure to the little thing as it returns to wiggle and roil around its counterparts. Once he's able to put his hands back in his pockets without having to worry that they'll squash a wyrm or two, the Spyglass approaches Lena to watch her at work.
It's strange to see wounds on creatures so small, delicate punctures that could have been made by a housecat, or indeed something much more sinister. "Well," he says, "these must certainly be tenacious little ones. It hasn't dampened their mischief, any." He smiles. "I'm sure they'll be..." He drifts off, peering up at the clouds that bloom through the air. "...That's very impressive."
It's strange to see wounds on creatures so small, delicate punctures that could have been made by a housecat, or indeed something much more sinister. "Well," he says, "these must certainly be tenacious little ones. It hasn't dampened their mischief, any." He smiles. "I'm sure they'll be..." He drifts off, peering up at the clouds that bloom through the air. "...That's very impressive."
