"Who's there?" Finn instantly turned around and threw his mug at Judge, who did not even try to dodge the incoming projectile as it whistled past his ears.
"Me?" Judge stepped forward, his white mask catching the sunlight. "I am god's observer!"
He let those words sink in, but not for long because the thoughts could go in directions he did not need. "Finn, son of Donel— I ask you," He sounded like he was auditioning for a grand drama. "Do you seek revenge?"
Of course, Finn won't say yes to it— unless he was stupid. If he was the type of person so clouded by revenge and said yes to a mysterious masked man on their first meeting, then he was not cut out to be an underling of Judge.
"What of it?" Finn was on the defense, he was not a warrior but he had his fair share of dangers. "If you think I will work under you for revenge, I will not."
