"Oh, is that what you think, oh wise and glorious concussion man?" Fionn paused for a moment, as if trying to recall something.
"Coyote's a fascinating individual. North American totem and trickster figure similar to Loki or a great many of the fae. The old man is very hard to predict and incredibly changeable; Coyote is often depicted as having an unsatiable curiousity and a certain love of risk and danger. And as for his shamans, independent though they may be they do live by one particular bond, perhaps because it is one of their own making - their word. Their rules are of their own devising, and they are armed with their guile and charm above all - and one can never forget a trickster's love of catspaws." As he delivered this micro-lecture, his tone was one of admiration. He turned, then, to address their host, hitting a bit of a stride - and to a certain extent, enjoying the chance to show off a bit.
"Which brings us back, now, to the fact that you both answered my question by not answering my question, good sir. It was quite well done - I imagine anyone less used to that exact gambit would have been handily taken in. But I must ask quite directly whether or not it was you who summoned this spirit to our plane - I imagine you need not have seen him to do so. For that matter, I've an equal need to ask just what, if anything, you know of how we came to be here or why we are here." Fionn was respectful in this, treating this not as a confrontation but rather as a friendly conversation. He grabbed the barghest hide as he did so, gesturing with it and the knife as he did so as to ask for permission.
