As soon as Kherstor introduced himself as Ironteeth, Finner decided he might be able to tolerate accepting a new man on the job. And he grinned like a maniac when his partner said “Tinquisitor”. However, the “he’s not much in a fight” bit made him a little indignant. Finner was just fine in a fight. He just didn’t like guns, violence, or large crowds. And taking down gunned men was not his forte- at least, not when they saw him coming.
Well, regardless of all that, Finn resolved to keep a sharp eye on the new man. Three people was two too many. If Jon didn't have such a large posse, he could take him down Finner-style, but as it was, he needed the extra manpower.
“Used to work with him, hm?” Finn gave Kherstor a very pointed look. “Alright. Well. Here’s some ground rules then, buddy.” Counting each one off on his fingers, he continued, “No really loud noises. No betraying anybody to our troubled friend. No asking me questions. No hurting innocents. No stabbing us in the back. No giving anybody else information about us or our expedition, at all. No being a spy. And you’re to buy me food when I ask it.” Finner rubbed his stubbled chin thoughtfully. “I think that’s it. Oh, and I have one rule for you,” he added, looking at Kherstor stubbornly. “No making us follow someone we just met to the supposed base of a criminal mastermind. Especially if they used to work for said criminal mastermind.”
He was itching to find out what had happened outside. The man who had narrowly avoided getting shot had paid and left the inn while they were talking- Finner wondered if he was thinking along the same lines. And where were the people who had agreed to meet with Finn and Kherstor? Had they run into more trouble?