[ and actually why not make that the basis of this here thread...
Finn is the son of a wealthy family. The only son, and the youngest child of a litter of seven, much to his chagrin, and while he does his best to treated like an adult and take on an adult amount of work in the family business (fancy handmade watches, yes, really), that's exactly what's landed him in this embarrassing situation in the first place.
His father had finally agreed to letting him travel to a somewhat-distant port city to drop off. Finally. Work that was actual work, and not just having Finn sit at the front of the store and go hello how are you can i help you no okay just let me know. But - but! He needed a bodyguard.
How insulting. On top of that, it's snowing today...
Too proud to stay inside when he's finally been given an opportunity to get out of the house, Finn's perched on the steps to their house with a wooden crate in his hands as snow piles up on his head, looking absolutely miserable. ]
[ a job like this isn't anything new, to kanin'a. ESCORT QUESTS SUCK, URGH!! but he has quite a few connections, and while something like this might be a little beneath adventurers of his renown, he's never been one to deny a favor for a friend.
or even a friend of a friend.
or.. for anyone, really. he's just that sort of guy. humbleness in excess. and so here he is, bow slung over his back and sleeves rolled down against the cold, snow gathering on the brim of his hat. he's never seen this kid before, but he knows the name -- ]
[ oh... there he is. He's on time, but Finn still feels like he's been sitting out in the cold forever. This escort mission trip is long and it hasn't even started yet. Tiredly, he glances up at the man, nodding. ]
Yes, that's me. And you must be Kanin'a. [ judging by the tone of his voice, this does not seem to excite him particularly. With a heavy sigh, he gets to his feet, shifting the box in his hands as he does. And they don't even have a carriage... HIS FEET ARE GOING TO BE SO TIRED. god!! ] Do I need to pay you now, or can we just get going?
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Finnigan Clockfax / original
DID SOMEBODY CALL FOR A BARDYGUARD
just two cats
one cat and one kitten ]
YES HELLO I WOULD LIKE A BARDYGUARD
Finn is the son of a wealthy family. The only son, and the youngest child of a litter of seven, much to his chagrin, and while he does his best to treated like an adult and take on an adult amount of work in the family business (fancy handmade watches, yes, really), that's exactly what's landed him in this embarrassing situation in the first place.
His father had finally agreed to letting him travel to a somewhat-distant port city to drop off. Finally. Work that was actual work, and not just having Finn sit at the front of the store and go hello how are you can i help you no okay just let me know. But - but! He needed a bodyguard.
How insulting. On top of that, it's snowing today...
Too proud to stay inside when he's finally been given an opportunity to get out of the house, Finn's perched on the steps to their house with a wooden crate in his hands as snow piles up on his head, looking absolutely miserable. ]
1 bardyguard 4 u brat prince
ESCORT QUESTS SUCK, URGH!!but he has quite a few connections, and while something like this might be a little beneath adventurers of his renown, he's never been one to deny a favor for a friend.or even a friend of a friend.
or.. for anyone, really. he's just that sort of guy. humbleness in excess. and so here he is, bow slung over his back and sleeves rolled down against the cold, snow gathering on the brim of his hat. he's never seen this kid before, but he knows the name -- ]
Finnigan?
huehuehue
escort missiontrip is long and it hasn't even started yet. Tiredly, he glances up at the man, nodding. ]Yes, that's me. And you must be Kanin'a. [ judging by the tone of his voice, this does not seem to excite him particularly. With a heavy sigh, he gets to his feet, shifting the box in his hands as he does. And they don't even have a carriage... HIS FEET ARE GOING TO BE SO TIRED. god!! ] Do I need to pay you now, or can we just get going?