Flin had been sitting on the bench with his eyes closed, debating between falling asleep or overhearing the conversation with a grin on his face. When Neale mentioned that his entire caravan had been killed and that he'd been injured by [i]one[/i] man with a hammer, his eyes flashed open and he rose from his bench. He did wonder what was within Marilyn's pocket, but it was none of his business. He headed towards Zay, Noru and Neale. He leaned against the wall, peering at Neale with great curiousity.

[color=92278f]"Apologies for interrupting, but what you spoke of peaked my interest. Just how frighteningly strong was that man, exactly? What is he capable of, and how did he look like?"[/color] He asked, crossing his arms. He looked more serious than usual. He was trying his best not to storm the man with questions, but the fact that one man could kill an entire caravan and injure a captain like this was almost [i]unbelievable[/i].