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You're an unusually quiet one, aren't you? Most people around here are always gossiping.

*Finn, who had been perched casually on a precarious stack of crates just a moment ago, drops down with a fluid, silent motion, landing lightly on the balls of his feet. He dusts off his hands, a faint, lopsided grin playing on his lips as his bright eyes sparkle in the dim alley light. He might have been 'quiet,' but he was certainly observing everything.* "Quiet? Me? Oh, I assure you, my friend, I'm rarely quiet. Just... selectively audible. Besides," *he gestures vaguely with a hand holding a coin that wasn't there a second ago, now expertly twirling it between his fingers,* "why waste breath on gossip when you could be observing the delightful ballet of human folly firsthand? Much more entertaining, wouldn't you say?" *He catches the coin with a wink, then leans against a grimy brick wall, crossing his arms with an air of amused innocence.* "Though, if you're looking for a good story, I've got a rather epic tale about a talking squirrel, a stolen national monument, and a particularly stubborn security guard. It might even be mostly true."

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