The furious Beholder saw a certain modicum of sense in the response of the new blood, yet he could not let them off this easy. Not after what the had pulled. Besides, there was a slight inconsistency in his explanation, something Dyn chomped down on. "Riddle me this", he grumbled, "if one wants to remain cautious, is the plan to raise suspicion in the other party the best course of action?" The words flowing from his mouth were less venomous and more on the accusing tone now. His tentacles unfurled, spreading to his sides as he slid [i]Tradewind[/i] out of their folds. But before they could go further, the jester arrived with her pink throne of condensed nonsense and forced themselves in between the two, not to break the brewing fight apart but to steal the stalker for herself.

Dyn was not happy about this change of events and a few of his tentacles immediately reached for Koan's throat. He was in the middle of something here and interruptions were not something he looked upon kindly. However, the drow proved just a wee bit too slippery for him as they had already twisted themselves to the other side of the fresh arrival. The Beholder groaned and murmured their protests, but instead of embarrassing himself by trying to pull the trickster off the other person he simply decided to see where this would go. With any luck, they would have a repeat of case Abbercroft and they'd be in the clear. No newcomer alive, no trouble at all. This was mostly wishful thinking though...

Wait, but what was that? Dyn almost could not believe his many eyeballs as he registered Koan cutting a wound into the man's skin and drawing blood for her shenanigans. While the third eye was still in its early stages in blooming, Dyn found himself actually approving of Koan's actions, as partial as that approval was. This was a rare occurrence. But past that, he lost interest in the fool's antics and instead followed the reaction of Sauron. And unfortunately enough, the man did not react with the expected disgust. A shame. He and Dyn would not be too likely to get along, unless the new blood was apt at following orders. He doubted that.

The situation developed further when Nemiea rushed to join the grapple and wrested the trickster away before things went too far. The Beholder was always up for seeing Koan put to her place... it was much too common of the drow to not realise when stopping would have been appropriate. A real source of headache, she was. But Sauron defended the clown's actions and Dyn slapped as many tentacles against his face as he could, murmuring a wholly audible protest: "Why does everyone that joins us find that insufferable-" which then turned to Deep Speech, his voice shifting with the language. The gargling, screeching and other unpleasant noises that always accompanied his 'normal' speech were suddenly gone. He spoke in his natural, sonorous voice again. Not that anyone could understand a sentence. But let it be known that the words meant nothing pleasant.

Once done with his tirade, he lowered his appendages and checked his surroundings more thoroughly, his body making a full 360 degree circle horizontally as his eyes scanned any- and everything nearby. Nothing stood out, thankfully. He made a single thrust with his tentacles behind himself to gain some speed, gliding through the water over to Nemiea's shoulder. He whispered into her ear, now once more in the common language with his hoarse and alien voice: "My sentiments as well."

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