my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
No sooner has Amalia's temper flared (or something approximating it), it simmers down again, leaving Finn just as quietly puzzled as he was before. Still, at her remark - barely audible, and he strains to hear it - the Spyglass can't help but feel a smile start to twitch at the corners of his mouth. "I'm not so sure about that. Dorian is much more sociable." But then again, he had been Remi's contact, and he's still undecided as to whether or not that was a wise decision.
His shoulders sag with relief to hear that she will speak with him, Finn nodding and leaning down to pick up his briefcase once more. He's unsure why the inn won't do, but frankly what he has to say is too urgent to question it, so he nods down towards the path to the beach. "Come on," he murmurs, already setting off beneath the starry night.
"Amalia, have you ever wondered how it is that Outlanders get here, to Caido?"
His shoulders sag with relief to hear that she will speak with him, Finn nodding and leaning down to pick up his briefcase once more. He's unsure why the inn won't do, but frankly what he has to say is too urgent to question it, so he nods down towards the path to the beach. "Come on," he murmurs, already setting off beneath the starry night.
"Amalia, have you ever wondered how it is that Outlanders get here, to Caido?"
FINN
