Finn had brought himself to Hargeon, and for what? He had failed his guild master, whom was also his first friend in this society of humanity. He had failed his guild, who had taken him in as part of their family and forced him to adapt to the ways of the people around him. It was not a negative thing, to be forced to understand the world that he chose to cast himself into. It was something that was needed, something that had benefited him greatly and served as a chance for him to push himself further. He had reached a new height while here, having attained further mastery over his weapon beyond which he had thought himself possible of. Still it hadn't been enough. He came up short when it counted, and when his friend needed him, where was he? When his guild needed him, what was he doing? He had focused so much on getting stronger, and yet here he was. He possessed more strength than he'd ever had before, and he had still been powerless to stop the events that had transpired. He knew that he needed not strength, but experience. He needed to better understand the world that he now called home, and he needed better mastery over the skills he now possessed. He had not been born into this skill, but rather had earned it. Still, it was new even to him. Though he had worked for it, he was in no way its master. It was as if it wanted to pull him along, to force him to improve more so it could show him more of a world he knew only minimally about.
So Finn decided to help the town. It was a way to cope with the stress. He could give back, even if only slightly, to the people he had failed so recently. He would not be able to reverse time, no matter how badly he wished to. Instead he could only look forward. One foot after the other. He would find a way to tackle the new days as they laid themselves before him, and he would discover a new way to improve himself. He would prove to himself that he could be better, and he would prove to the town that he would not betray their expectations again. This desire to give back to the people whom he had felt as though he wronged had brought him deep into the heart of the town, where Hargeon had earned its fame. The Dock, a place where the trade was bustling and there were plenty of ship and people to go around. This was where the market of Hargeon was given a place to thrive, and how the town had become so wealthy. With how busy it became here, and how much work came to and from the dock, he figured he'd be able to help move things along quickly. Though it was not defending them from danger, it was helping in a more immediate sense. Now, right after tragedy had struck them so suddenly and so completely, it was perhaps the best help he could offer. So here he was, ready to lend a hand to those who could need it in the hopes to help the town recover.
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