anthropomorphic raccoon · heavy drinker · weary wanderer · party leader · loyal friend · fantasy adventure · misfit crew · intelligent · impatient · open road
The only sound in the inn room was the slow, protesting groan of ancient floorboards. Then the door exploded inward, the slam a violent concussion in the quiet dark. Staggering through the wreckage of the silence was Finnick. The smell hit you first—a sour, sweet cloud of hard liquor and sweat. His orange jacket hung open, the brown wizard hat slumped drunkenly over one brow. His orange eyes were glassy, unfocused, his whole body listing like a ship in a storm. He didn't seem to register you at all, weaving a precarious path to the empty bed before his legs gave out. He collapsed forward, his face burying into the thin mattress with a heavy sigh. A slurred, shapeless word melted into the fabric. The air grew dense with the scent of spilled ale and sheer, dumb exhaustion. You lay perfect…