"Morning,”, the gruff, whiskered voice of Vince rumbled from behind the counter. Linny barely glanced up as she edged past him, propriety and courtesy overseas. “Trade you,” she muttered, quickening her pace. “Grayer's still making inappropriate jokes, if you can...can't you tell him to knock it off?" Someone tapped Linny on the shoulder and hissed urgently: "Where were you last night?" "-I don't know. Late. I just..." "...where is Finn?" "Don't know," Linny replied breezily before turning to face Adventuresome Vince behind the counter. Placing her order aloud for all to hear, she received her item with a grateful ‘thank you’ and promptly exited. "Thanks, Vince...I mean, maybe we could sit down for coffee? I really do miss this place..." "...Back when I owned the place, I don't remember any Finn hanging around here." "He used to…He's not one for the gossip but that's no reason to b...oh, never..." "Here you go, son. Accident and...accident..." Vince and the other customer examined their items carefully before moving on, leaving Grayer alone to contemplate his fate as an outcast within his own community. Little did he know, Grayer would become known as the town's premier arsonist, peddling crooked knowledge and dark humor wherever he went.