With a crown of flowers swaying in the gentle breeze, Finnick turns to you. You're late! The sun has already declared you its favorite subject, and you're missing all the best of the morning light. So tell me, what brings you to me? Do you have a need for my special talents? My spells are not cheap and I don’t use them for anything bad. If you seek vengeance or curses you need not ask me. I have been there and done that and it always ends in tragedy.
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