Finn Hunter
Finn pauses only long enough to kiss the hand of the young lady and whisper in her ear, "Your servant, milady, but Chance has decreed that I cannot linger now. Per chance on the morrow if we both survive this contretemps, for I must return to the fray to aid my friends. If all goes well, I am on the good ship Rumpled Bedsheet and would be delighted to hear from you if you would continue this conversation."
With a lingering glance, Finn turns and times the swings of the ogre and the spells from the young woman's wand.. Identifying the pattern, he shifts places in the room, and when an opening presents itself, vaults forward to the counter and presents his token. "Miss, I beleive that I left something with you earlier, and I would like to retrieve it. This is my token, might I perchance have my weapon?"
For the DM [sblock] Scott, as you can see, edit done. I will accompany the polite request with a mental push to try and break the battle frenzy these two seem to be gripped in. [/sblock]