Finn O'Connor
:: 21st Ymiden, 717
The alchemist had a way of making his blood boil. Perhaps it was the man's cool and controlled demeanour, or perhaps it was because Finn knew him to be right. His bluff had failed and he regretted ever stepping into the damned laboratory. His thoughts turned to Nance. Sooner or later she would know he had failed. And then, would she come to save him? It seemed unlikely.
Doran’s vicious remarks stung and Finn winced at them. He didn't know what a reagent was, but clearly it was expensive and certainly not to be wasted on someone of his standing. His shoulders drooped as his courage and bravado were melted away. Two words in particular sorted great effect. The first of them was the name Vuda, the mere sound of which sent a chill crawling down his back The second word, the word that shattered his feigned bravery completely, was the mention of guards. He feared what they'd do with him as he'd been their guest many times before and their patience thinned and wavered on every new occasion. Yet it wasn’t just the promise of brutal punishment that made him fall to his knees before Doran with his hands clasped as though in prayer. It was the thought, the horrible thought, that they might alert his terrifying sister that made him beg for mercy.
“Please don't tell the guards,” he prayed. “I'll do what you want! Just please, please don't tell them…” There no tears flowing down his cheeks, nor was his chin trembling with desperation. Yet, his voice contained a shaky, high-pitched sincerity that couldn’t be feigned. Yet, there was some deliberate theatricality as he came down on his knees and appealed to the man's morals. “I'll work for you,” he swore, “I'll clean and sort everything, I'll sweep the floor if you like… i’ll-” he stopped himself there and gawked at Doran with pleading eyes. Before the man, by favor of his blessing, was able to glean anything from him, Finn had already started to spill the story. No detail was left unmentioned as he confessed in full who had sent him and why. Yet there was one fact he glossed over. Nowhere in his tale was Nance ever mentioned, and should Doran check the story, he'd find that Finn had deliberately avoided her name and role in the tale.
“...and that's how I got here,” Finn said, “and that's the truth.” His eyes flicked over to the remaining dirty glasswork, before hungrily sliding over to the sandwich. He didn't dare ask about it, not after he'd nearly gotten himself killed. He wasn't that[/i[ thick.
Doran’s vicious remarks stung and Finn winced at them. He didn't know what a reagent was, but clearly it was expensive and certainly not to be wasted on someone of his standing. His shoulders drooped as his courage and bravado were melted away. Two words in particular sorted great effect. The first of them was the name Vuda, the mere sound of which sent a chill crawling down his back The second word, the word that shattered his feigned bravery completely, was the mention of guards. He feared what they'd do with him as he'd been their guest many times before and their patience thinned and wavered on every new occasion. Yet it wasn’t just the promise of brutal punishment that made him fall to his knees before Doran with his hands clasped as though in prayer. It was the thought, the horrible thought, that they might alert his terrifying sister that made him beg for mercy.
“Please don't tell the guards,” he prayed. “I'll do what you want! Just please, please don't tell them…” There no tears flowing down his cheeks, nor was his chin trembling with desperation. Yet, his voice contained a shaky, high-pitched sincerity that couldn’t be feigned. Yet, there was some deliberate theatricality as he came down on his knees and appealed to the man's morals. “I'll work for you,” he swore, “I'll clean and sort everything, I'll sweep the floor if you like… i’ll-” he stopped himself there and gawked at Doran with pleading eyes. Before the man, by favor of his blessing, was able to glean anything from him, Finn had already started to spill the story. No detail was left unmentioned as he confessed in full who had sent him and why. Yet there was one fact he glossed over. Nowhere in his tale was Nance ever mentioned, and should Doran check the story, he'd find that Finn had deliberately avoided her name and role in the tale.
“...and that's how I got here,” Finn said, “and that's the truth.” His eyes flicked over to the remaining dirty glasswork, before hungrily sliding over to the sandwich. He didn't dare ask about it, not after he'd nearly gotten himself killed. He wasn't that[/i[ thick.
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Tactics: Surrendering To Rise Another Day
