Chapter 1: Just Another Day in the Wasteland

Peering inside the arena again, Finneas doesn't see James anywhere. He pouts slightly, wondering if he perhaps misheard, and there was somewhere else he should look to find James. The fighting pits perhaps, on the other side of the facility? He turns and begins to walk.

As he's walking, Finneas at first amuses himself whistling a jolly tune he remembers from his childhood. He soon stops, though, bothered by the thought of the object in his pocket. He instinctively feels at his jacket to check that the object is still there. Is there anyone he knows who might recognise the thing? He finds himself thinking of his sister Filimena. She might have recognised the object. He remembers how, as children, they'd spent hours rummaging around various junkyards in their hometown, much to their father's consternation, looking for interesting treasures to add to their collections. It was a competition, almost, to see who could find the coolest treasures. She was always better at it than he was. If there was anyone who might have seen something like this before, it would have been her. But no. This is foolish thinking. He hasn't seen her in years. And he's probably never going to see her ever again. Finneas gives his head a good shake, trying to make himself stop thinking about her, focusing instead on getting to the fighting pits.

Once there, Finneas looks around inside. Sure enough, there is James, speaking to a human female. Finneas is half relieved to have found James, half annoyed to have gone looking for him in the wrong place to begin with. Rather than heading in, Finneas once again stands at the entrance, hoping to meet James as he's exiting, or to catch his eye should he glance in his direction.

Winona is in the middle of offering the crowd a round of drinks when James pulls her away, grumbling under her breath. "James if you call me that again I'm gonna steal your shins and use them as stilts. And I was just on my way to the bar, dammit! What's the job?"

When Grevvn stomps away his attendant directs an obscene gesture his way. On his way out he sees a halfling gentleman standing in the doorway, apparently waiting for someone.

Finneas turns and faces the approaching half-orc, surprised. "Who, me?" he asks, pointing at himself. "No, no, no, no, no," he chuckles nervously. "I haven't seen my mother in years! Do miss her slightly, if I'm honest, but I don't imagine she'd be very pleased to see me! Haha! I'm waiting for James, over there!" He points at James, while simultaneously backing up slowly into the room.

Dalaran
Venia stops in the middle of patching up the bullet wound in her shoulder and turns to the secret robot. "Why are you walking if we still have the wagon?"

James
Winona stomps off in the direction of the bar when you walk away, grumbling something that you cannot quite hear.

Finneas manages to catch himself against a pillar, spins around to face both Grevvyn and James, and begins to stretch his arms. "Oh, I don't know about that. Maybe one day, I could learn from you," He says, smiling sheepishly at Grevvyn in particular. "For now it's the pan flute for me!"

He turns to James. "So. Any luck finding people?"