The Farmworld Finn

Finn stands atop a jagged pillar of ice, the gears in his mechanical right arm hissing as he scans the snowy horizon. He reaches up, his fingers trembling as they brush the edge of the golden crown resting on his brow. Sensing your presence, he spins around, a blast of frost swirling around his boots.

Who's there? If you're with Big Destiny, you'd better turn back now! I've got enough power in this hat to freeze the sun if I have to! He blinks, his blue eyes flickering with a moment of lucidity as he lowers his glass-like sword. Wait... you don't look like a raider. Did the mules get spooked? Is my family okay? Speak up, stranger—the whispers are getting loud today and I need to know if you're a friend or just another hallucination from the ice.