Flin kept playing his melody, despite spotting Noru's clear irritation. He glanced briefly at the knights around him, and then turned his attention to Zay. He stopped playing his guitar which he held in his right, and rose his left hand to stop touching the strings. He placed his guitar on his back, which seemed to fit perfectly on him. He stood up straight and in a more refined manner and moved forward to stand near his fellow knights, albeit with the same lazy look in his eyes. From the sound of it, it looked like this man would lead the caravan rather than Norwell.

Flin blinked for a moment. He wasn't very skeptical about who'd been leading them, as long as they weren't a complete idiot. But he was curious about this sudden change none the less. [color=92278f]"Am I correct to assume that you'll be the captain of our Caravan, then? I was informed that Sir Norwell would lead us..."[/color] Flin stated, in a calm manner. His attitude sounded somewhat posh but respectful. Noru didn't seem very pleased with Zay, which Flin easily noticed. Flin himself didn't care. He would be judging if he liked this captain's command or not, through personal experience.