Chapter 40

"Greetings, homeless person! I am Vithorian! Can you please elaborate on your proposal?" Vithorian exclaimed with unconcealed enthusiasm, almost stunning the other man with the abruptness of his words.

"You're a rude son of a bitch, eh? For your information, I ain't homeless. I just ain't no fancy-ass aristocrat like yourself, walking around in an artifact like it's nothing," the insulted man, Finnick, barked back, clearly annoyed by the unnecessary jab at his appearance. He would, of course, never admit that he was, in fact, without a home at the moment.

"I apologize on his behalf. Would you be inclined to elaborate on your aforementioned proposition?" Maveth interjected in his usual lifeless voice, his monotone delivery causing Finnick to shift his attention to him.

"Sure, you seem like a nicer guy, so I'll explain. Pass me some coin, and I'll show you around. I'll tell you where to avoid and where to stick around, if you catch my drift."