Fintan watched the rain from inside the hideout. Gisela was talking about, or more accurately ranting about the nevereseens plans. He suddenly got up, pushed his chair away, and left. "Wha- Pyren! Get back here!" Fintan didn't even look back, but strode out of the room. He stepped  into the rain and let the water soak him to the bone. He glanced up at the gray sky, the rain pouring down around him. Suddenly, he had an idea. He leaped to the hostage prison. He walked past most of the cells, and knocked on the one that had who he needed.

Pushing open the door, he looked the prisoner strait in the eyes. His matted orange hair covered part of his face as the elf looked up. "Hello Kenric." 

"... Fintan?" 

"I need your help."

"Help?! You locked me in a cell!"

"To be fair you did the same..."

Kenric sputtered angrily. "What do you need help with?"

"Do you still want to go back to the Lost Cities?"

"Of course...?"

"I will be back by midnight."

"WhAt?!"

Then Fintan leaped to the hideout once more. He grabbed rope, his foxfire crystal, and 2 smoke bombs. At 11:00 pm, he leaped to Kenric's cell. 

"Fintan, what the heck are you doing?" a voice said behind him.

Oh lord. Brant.

Authors Note: Hehe... so in my headcanon, Brant never died. Jolie's death was an accident, because he never learnt how to use his powers. Also... Fintan is desprate! And Kenric is alive.

That was... alot.