"Pleasure ta meet you all." Finn answered, nodding his head to Cuppaccino, Bends, and Thuki. He looked over at the drunken Bo, taking another mouthful of ale. He swallowed before continuing.
"I- uh, tend to my Ma." he said flatly. It wasn't a complete lie. He did tend to her, in the past. And he did set flowers on her grave from time to time.
Finn shrugged, "and I do what any man does in life. I make a livin'."
"You say y' steal thin's every once in a while, eh, Finn?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Sacred snaps awake, realizing he'd dozed off while doing...wait, where is he?
He looks around in a tired haze, eyeing the wooden walls and countertop, as well as the pungent odor of powerful alcohol, some of which emits from his own mouth.
"Where...who...what?" he questions, yawning and stretching before falling backwards out of his seat, instinctively grabbing and crushing a glass with his bare hands on the way down, the broken glass reforming itself into a sturdy floating bed that picks him up and lifts him into his chair before shattering once more and forming into its previous container state.
"Oh! New face!" he notes, half-drunkenly pointing at the newest arrival.
"Why do I need money to live? Can't I just, like, photosynthesize or something?"
"'Ey, not in here!" Thuki snaps. "Keep yer magic tricks under yer hat."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Finn gulped down the last of his ale and slammed his mug on the counter. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he acknowledged the man pointing at him.
"Impressive tricks, lads," he smirks, then looks sideways at Thuki.
"Seemingly more impressive than the work of a thief, but yes - that is what I do," he admits smugly.
"Yes, well, I didn' want him doin' his, either. Keep it down." She turns back to Finn. "Y' a good 'un at least?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
