As soon as Dyn heard the mention of a Beholder being a part of the arriving group, he began making his way to the others. No use hanging in the back if they already were on full alert thanks to him. He stared back at the guard who had seen his presence as a threat and pondered on raising his cutlass to meet the guard's spear. In the end, he chose against it. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with the whole diplomatic act, especially when they were greeted with hostility. He stared at the guard with about half of his eyes, his dislike towards the merman evident in the way he carried himself.

Another creature of the sea attempted to calm the guardsman apparently known as Lucian down, but he was having none of it. Dyn's grip around the handle of his cutlass got ever so slightly more forceful over time, but that came to an end once the guard finally lowered his weapon. Not that Dyn would have loosened his grip, he just stopped preparing for an immediate fight. The lady merfolk introduced herself as Cythia, the Beholder making a nodding motion at her in response.

Before he could return the greetings, the kobold that called herself Askia interjected, her words filled with obvious intent to woo the member of the guard. Oh for the love of... that's not how you act the moment somebody shows the slightest bit of understanding. Just disrespectful. He would have to hand it to the kobold though: They sure were brave for one of their kind.

As the kobold turned back to the group, Dyn graced it with a passing gaze of three of his eyes. She seemed happy about the situation. However, somebody should perhaps get in a few more meaningful words in, and who better to do that than the mastermind himself? "I, in turn, am Dyn'yer'zhead. I would not mind a guide, especially one that seems to understand how to behave in civilised company. And be warned, many of this crew may try and make moves on you... as you may have already seen. Or enjoy the attention, whichever it is for you."

With those words spoken, Dyn 'floated' to his usual spot on Jill's left side, if a bit higher up than regular and looked at the captain. Dyn had carefully crafted the situation to paint himself as the authority among this group, but of course that all could be ruined by just about anyone spilling the beans. Which it wouldn't be the first time of.