[Asks the nosey cop that so happened to stroll on over. Fynn missed a majority of the conversation but what he doesn't miss is the putrid stench and the gray smoke. He coughs a few times as he wanders closer, his gaze set on the little bonfire the duo made.]
You do know this is going to win you a ticke---HOLY SHIT! IS THAT AN ARM!?
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[Asks the nosey cop that so happened to stroll on over. Fynn missed a majority of the conversation but what he doesn't miss is the putrid stench and the gray smoke. He coughs a few times as he wanders closer, his gaze set on the little bonfire the duo made.]
You do know this is going to win you a ticke---HOLY SHIT! IS THAT AN ARM!?
[Uh oh! The jig is up.]