Finn's story
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The warrior gazed levelly at her, measuring her up as a potential ally.  He 
saw that she was lithe and very able.  The basket-hilt sabre in its simple 
brown sheath testified that she know weapons.  But, what else was hidden 
behind those black eyes?

"And what would you have to offer?" Gernodt asked, motioning for the woman 
to have a seat.  Dahlarin was studying her silently.

Finn sat back in her chair, pondering what to say to these gentlemen.  The 
truth?  A version of it?  A carefully constructed lie?  She could do all of 
these things, and there was still enough time to pull out.  But Finn was 
getting tired of pulling out, a shadow in the background.  Time to come to 
the front.

"If, kind sirs, you have no objections to a vampire travelling with you, 
then I offer my services," she recorded their looks, Gernodt's face 
incredulous, Dahlarin's amused, before she went on, "Truth.  I need blood to 
survive, but not the blood of my friends.  I have certain talents that you 
might find useful, being what I am.  However, I don't blame you for turning 
me down; after centuries, one gets used to it."

Having thrown the truth on the table, she looked anxiously at her two 
companions.

"And," Finn added, before Dahlarin and Gernodt could speak, "You may find
me tomorrow night, here as usual.  I must go now; it has been a long
journey.  I will leave you to discuss whether or not you wish me to join
you.  Until tomorrow night then?"
	
"Surely you will be available sometime tomorrow?" Dahlarin asked quietly
with eyes full of questions.  Gernodt grunted his agreement.

"I'm afraid not," Finn told them, managing to produce a fair copy of a
yawn, "But I will be around, certainly."

Finn left their table before the two men could ask anymore questions.  She
needed to get a room, and quickly.  The sky outside was beginning to pale.

"The matin draws near," she whispered to herself, remembering old times
again.

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Yet another entrance
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