FINN
He smiles briefly at the sound of her name - the sort of polite, awkward kind of smile that suggests he is not much of a people person. To hear that she's willing to tell him about the storms is a boon, though, and the Spyglass slips the notepad and pencil from the inside of his jacket.
What will he do with the information, though? "I'll compare and contrast it to the other storms. This is my first stop - I still have to speak to those who went through the jungle, the dust storms and the lightning storms elsewhere in Caido."
Jotting down the basics - her name, the name of the Ark, the nature of the storm she's gone to investigate. "What happened?" he asks. "What stopped you from getting any farther?"
What will he do with the information, though? "I'll compare and contrast it to the other storms. This is my first stop - I still have to speak to those who went through the jungle, the dust storms and the lightning storms elsewhere in Caido."
Jotting down the basics - her name, the name of the Ark, the nature of the storm she's gone to investigate. "What happened?" he asks. "What stopped you from getting any farther?"
