In the days after the events resulting in the collapse of Ravenloft,
things started to slow down back to normal.  After a few days of
relaxing at the newly rebuilt Inn, a few of his comrads hinted towards
moving on.  Fintan thought to himself..things were starting to wind
down, and without anything left to go kill, it was getting boring
quick.

He gathered the group at the church where Ashlan was still helping
with the rebuilding.  He congratulated his friends of a job very well
done and with Ashlan's approval issued vouchers to claim their pay,
with additional recommended compensation for the extra tasks
encountered, redeemable once they make their way back to the
Lightbringers at their convenience.

Zoya had already left, but she was always one to come and go on whims
as easily as the wind blows.  Fintan grinned to himself as he took a
final stroll down the main road of Barovia towards the Inn slightly
missing her company already, but knowing she would probably find him
again some day.

It hadn't more than fifteen minutes later upon making his way back to
the inn, when he noticed the rogue and any of his personal effects
were already gone...sneaky bugger.  He couldn't blame him though
everyone had done more than their fair share on this mission and he
was more than likely eager to get his pay.

Walking back downstairs he hard music in the common room, and looking
over he saw the Hardcastle musing over the beginnings of his new song
about his recent journey and the challenges and success of his group.
He too had his belongings close by in a chair, probably eager to
spread the news of his newly composed tale.

Turning to open the door to leave the Inn Fintan was a bit surprised
to see Loric there just reaching for the handle to come in.  He was a
bit uneasy at seeing Fintan, but Fintan wrote that off as normal a
while ago.  They exchanged a few brief words, Loric tried to convince
Fintan to stay...something about duty and honor...he stopped listening
half way through and handed Loric a small bag of stuff and said good
bye as he started walking away.  A bit surprised at the gesture, Loric
cautiously opened the bag hoping it wouldn't explode, but found a
small supply of alchemical items.  "You'd be surprised what they can
do in a pinch" Fintan stated looking over his shoulder waving to him.

His last stop before leaving the village involved Bildrath.  Fintan
wasn't sure why, if it was a sense of making things right or
camaraderie among shop owners, but something made him feel he had to
at least offer to make things right....and wanted to get it over quick
before anyone noticed!  The bell rang upon entering the shop, there
wasn't much business since a salesman can't sell things well if he
can't talk.  Bildrath looked over to the door eager to help his
dwindling flow of customers, but stopped short and grew pale upon
seeing Fintan again.  He took a few steps back behind his counter and
inched towards the corner as Fintan walked up to him.  Closing his
eye's expecting the worse, he was startled to hear a THUD on the
counter.  Opening his eyes again he saw an over sized sword and
breastplate and a pouch of gold.  Bildrath was now totally confounded
as Fintan pulled out a piece of parchment and began writing.  As he
wrote, Bildrath could only do what he knew best to prevent soiling
himself and started cautiously appraising the items set before him.
As his eye's grew wide at the value of the items, Fintan finished
writing and placed the parchment in his hand.  "You might not like it,
but here are the directions to the city of the Lightbringers.  Take
this note and these items to them for payment, and get one of the high
priests there to fix you up.  You'll find Cyrus over at the Inn a bit
lost as to what to do now, I'm sure he'd be able to help here at the
shop.  Take it or leave it, up to you".  With that Fintan turned and
left the shop.

After half a day's walk out of town, Fintan was contemplating his next
experiment when a pebble hit him on the shoulder.  Eager to get into a
fight he looked up only to see Zoya walk out from the forest line.  A
bit let down it wasn't anything dangerous, he grumbled at her "What
are you doing you daft old druid?"  "Just the person I wanted to see,
I knew it wouldn't take you long to leave, figured i'd wait out here
for you" Zoya replied.  "You have that bored 'i wish i could hit
something' look in your eye's, you should ask me what i'm tracking.."
she smiled slyly.  Growing annoyed Fintan remarked "What are you going
on about, all the threats are gone from this place, there's nothing
fun left in this bloody old town!  Spit it out already or we'll be
playing hunt the druid the whole way back to the city".  At that
Zoya's eyes lit up and she smiled in the way that made Fintan know she
was excited about something.  "Oh I got something to keep you
entertained you impatient human.....how about hunting a dragon?".  At
that, Fintan's heart rose again as the thoughts of another battle
filled his head.  "Hell Yeah!  I was looking forward to a second date
with our friend. Lead On!" he shouted as he left the main road and
began following her into the forest.  Looking up into the late
afternoon sky, Fintan flexes his battlefist and exclaims "Ahh, It's a
good day to kick some ass!"