I appear through a blurred space in time that your mind is unable to quite process. I bear gifts of tea. We drink to the inexplicable means of acquaintanceship and the joyous fortune we've seemingly obtained from nowhere at all. Not a penny richer in the name, but still more than content. Time is wasted through these means long enough that our knowledge of each other blossoms into a loose friendship. At least that is what I should hope would happen. Helas, I've forgotten the tea so we'll have to do this the unconventional way. Hello, I'm Finnegan. Or Finn if you prefer. It's a pleasure to meet anyone who would happen upon this poorly glued together post. Perhaps our characters could engage in the drinking of tea at a later date.