Fin got the two drinks, then ordered a plate of appetizers and asked they be brought to the table as well. Since his appetite had returned, Fin found he could always eat.

His magic could guide him, and would nudge any sentient obstetrical out of his way. If he were feeling more patient, he'd have made a show of gently knocking into a person or two, but he didn't have the energy for a show. He just wanted to sit and chat. Though even though his magic was showing him where to go, he made a point of nearly going to the wrong table, so as not to appear too suspiciously able.