Flin's polite posture seemed to fade away due to Zay's response, his left eyebrow twitching out of annoyance. Zay's words didn't sit well with him, and it was not at all what he'd expected to hear. He deeply enjoyed and was involved with magic himself, so he felt slightly disrespected. He shrugged it off as Pyra followed up to introduce himself and Zay led them to the back of the caravan. Flin smirked, looking at the caravan. He'd seen more impressive caravans, but it was still incredible to behold. It was fine craftsmanship, which he appreciated. The man stepped on board, staring at the key that Zay had. It wasn't anything new to him, as it wasn't his first caravan that he'd been a part of.

Flin glanced over at Zay briefly as he stepped beside him. [color=92278f][i]'Wonder if he'll actually be able to protect that key...'[/i][/color] He thought, not feeling very confident in the captain. He seemed nice enough, but...he seemed to lack discipline. Well, he'd only just met him, so perhaps it was too soon to judge. He wouldn't have liked a man who was too strict, either. Flin leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, glancing over at Marilyn briefly as she ran for the Venbu before looking over at Daelin. He couldn't get it. What was so wonderful about those filthy creatures? Well, to each their own, he supposed. Daelin's comment made him smirk, though. [color=92278f]"So, uh..."[/color] He muttered. [color=92278f]"How many months have you been participating in caravan runs?"[/color] He asked Daelin. He seemed to know the captain well, perhaps he could reassure him that he was competent. Or vice versa.