Sneered at by some for being the 'tweeting bird o' bree', not much is known of Finch other than that he is widely suspected to be the town snitch. He can be found frequenting the alleys of Bree seeking a shelter to find sleep whilst meeting various acquaintances who are in need of information. They vary from vagabonds to suspicious townsfolk; from green-clad Rangers to curious Watchers.

He is a Bree-lander, that much is clear, and a decades old rumour persists that 'Fynchley' was his aright name once upon a time. To which family and what surname he did bear no man shall know; his only known 'friends' are Harry Goatleaf and Bill Ferny, among a few unsavoury others, whom often share a pint together at the Prancing Pony. Finch can always be found observing and listening to all, wherever he may be, preying on those foolish enough to throw caution to the wind and speak openly of sensitive matters within earshot.

Morally ambiguous at best, no villainous act will you catch him partaking in, and his motives are vague - though there is no doubt coin holds a certain level of persuasion with him. Thus he will always exchange what he knows for a coinpurse, and though he may appear untrustworthy, his information is usually sound and highly accurate. He never takes a side, and especially cares not to what end his information is put to.

Befriend him, if you will, for he is a pitiful man and a necessary evil upon the streets, and should you desire to know all that has passed in the local parts with the greatest of detail then you will know to look to the Mud gate; upon crossing the threshold it is wise to leave behind your morality and bring coin to spare...