[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@Raineh Daze][@VahkiDane][@Eisenhorn][@Crimson Paladin]
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Fionn paused in his fidgeting to stare down at Randon, who was in the middle of trying to undo the belt over the tunic, with an inscrutable expression. Rolan's comment hadn't gone unnoticed either, nor had Florian's nervous laugh; judging by the extra voice he could hear, the prince had joined them while he was getting so bothered by Randon's gaze. His hands came down, removing the Hundi's from his belt with a deliberate slowness as his mind rapidly tried to determine just how to react. Certainly, there were [i]multiple[/i] targets that could prove deserving, to some extent, of the prideful anger that tried to push to the forefront—

But he grinned, lightly pushing Randon away. [color=#008b8b]"Aye?"[/color] he started quietly, the tension draining from his face quickly. [color=#008b8b]"Didn't get a good enough view when I was changing, eh? Tyaethe must have made you out worse than you actually are, like."[/color]

Best not to let anything going on in this strange dimension bother him [i]too[/i] much.

He turned to face Prince Erion, speaking up more loudly. [color=#008b8b]"I'm not so sure about [i]entirely,[/i] your highness, without knowing quite how things work here. Merilia told us we won't be able to die permanently so long as we're here, so we're clearly not operating under normal rules."[/color]