Striking a heroic pose, he examined his new cloak.
Finji did not know why that spirit had given him a cloak, saying as it draped it over his shoulders "oooooooOoooOOooooo... this is a cloak of siiiiiiiileeeeeence... OooooOoooooOoooo *cough* ooooooOooo...".
But Finji was never one to look a gift ghost-horse in the mouth, and so he remained draped.
The cloak of course, did nothing for the fact that Finji was now well and truly lost.
Nothing for it but to wander off randomly, he supposed. Put his best foot forward and all that. He was confident that he would stumble upon some heroic action sooner or later. In the dark, alone with nothing but his egregious stench for company, Finji strode confidently onward.