The Artisan building had quickly found its way into Finn's heart. He had been here a multitude of times since his arrival to Crocus, and yet not once did he regret his time here. The building had been erected for artisans to sell their craft to the general public, catching the eye of normal people and mages alike. Everything from clothes to weapons were sold here, with the extra goods like potions being sold from time to time. The craftsmen who set up shop within this building were considered artists, long since surpassing the title of workers. Some people referred to this building as an art gallery, due to each piece of equipment being as beautiful as a piece of art. Finn, on the other hand, saw it only as a place where one could attain and replace equipment.

That was not to say that he didn't enjoy the sights. He loved to look at the pieces that were on display, to imagine himself with those fine pieces of work. He was not so cultured as to see beyond the face value, though. He could look at the equipment and gain interest based off of its capabilities, or any special abilities imbued within it. He could imagine himself wearing it or wielding it, picturing a thousand battles with a thousand new pairs of equipment. To discuss what the artisan was feeling at the moment of creation? That just seemed a bit much, no matter how he looked at it.

Some people, like him, didn't seem to come for the artistic side of the building. Some people, like the large burly man who had just grabbed hold of a raven haired girls wrist, came for their own desires. Finn had no problem with people doing what they wanted- That being said, he was an adventurer. He was Finn Mertens, and he could not stand by while someone was being harassed like that. Normally he'd attempt to just use reason, avoiding having to use violence in public. The man had already escalated to the physical level, meaning that Finn had no choice.

"Excuse me, you're going to have to let go." The burly man snapped his head down, looking at Finn. The small blond teen looked like a child when standing before this massive hunk of meat. "Screw off, kid, can't you see th-" The words were caught in his throat, interrupted by Finn's fist colliding with his stomach. The force was strong enough to make a sound that many passerby's whipped their necks to see. Finn was much stronger than he appeared, and possibly stronger than anyone else in this building.

As the man released the girl to hold his own stomach, he dropped to two knees. Looking down with a sort of blank stare, Finn shrugged it off. "That's why you don't bully people." With that said, he glanced at the girl who had found herself now released from that mans grasp. "You okay?"

There was a lot of noise going on and Akiva was standing with his back to the lobby. Being slightly annoyed because of the loud noises. Some guy was talking too loud, probably against some woman and he didn't listen, so he didn't noticed. He only noticed someone sort of screaming in his ear that there was fighting going on and most of the articians quickly ran infront of their stands to make sure no damage was done to the art.

With a sigh he told himself it was time to turn around. To his surprise or maybe not even such a surprise it was Finn interfering with probably the male that talked to loud to the woman. It seemed that she didn't like his company and had not come with his company. He didn't even worry for a second about Finn but took a few steps to get to the girl that was now let go by the massive hunk of meat. Akiva went to the girl with the raven long hair and in case she had fallen to the ground he would offer her a hand and in case she was still standing, he would just see if she was alright, "Are you okay? Nothing hurt?" He could be charming, if he wanted to and he smiled reassuring to her. "You want to sit down for a minute?" With no idea what the girl would prefer he decided to just offer.