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[row][cell][sub]Location: The Eye of The Beholder[/sub][/cell][/row][/table]
[color=337d71]“No stew for me, Syraeia, but thank you. Perhaps at a later time.”[/color] Flynn slightly bowed his head to her in gratitude for her service before returning his attention back to his wife as she directed Lord Coswain and his comrades. Flynn agreed with Octavia's assessment, Dawnhaven needed assistance in getting more buildings constructed quickly, especially before the harsh winter arrived. As they discussed matters, Flynn's gaze wandered curiously over to the tan woman who had pleasantly greeted the royal couple - Naz'Riani LaReina. Though they hadn't interacted much during their time in Dawnhaven thus far, Flynn knew of her renowned reputation for being a spectacular entertainer for the Lunarian royal family previously. He had considered seeing one of her shows here at the inn, but had not found the opportunity just yet. Honestly, it had been low on his list of priorities. However, observing Naz'Riani now, he couldn't help but notice the way she stared at Octavia. A hint of jealousy briefly flashed through him. He had seen that look in a women's eyes many times before. Intrigued, he arched a brow, suddenly more interested in learning more about the minstrel of Dawnhaven. 

Redirecting his focus to his wife, Flynn smiled, satisfied with Octavia's choice and relieved that Lord Coswain did not oppose her suggestion. Could it be that the military unit had less sinister motives than Flynn initially suspected? Or perhaps they were still merely playing the political game of diplomacy for now. [color=337d71]“Brilliant.”[/color] The Prince chimed in, stepping away from Syraeia and returning to Octavia's side. [color=337d71]“Syraeia will get you taken care of here. Take the day to get settled and meet with me tomorrow. We will get you started with the construction tasks.”[/color] While Flynn wasn't well-versed in construction himself, he had been lending a hand with the manual labor of it all when he could. Fortunately, he had brought along a small group of carpenters and architects from Aurelia who were spearheading the operation, but there was only so much they could get done with so few hands. 

[color=337d71]“I'm afraid we must be on our way now.”[/color] Flynn announced, his gaze meeting Octavia's to silently inquire if she would accompany him out of the inn. Getting introduced to Lord Coswain had been beneficial, but they needed to continue their search for Sunni. As he turned towards the exit, Flynn spotted Dawnhaven's new blacksmith amidst the growing crowd.  Though they had never met, Flynn recognized Wenyr instantly from the description provided by the noble benefactor who had recommended that Wenyr join them in Dawnhaven. [color=337d71]“Ah, Wenyr. Good Morning,”[/color] Flynn greeted warmly as he approached the man, happy to see a fellow Aurelian. [color=337d71]“I'm glad to see you made it.”[/color] He clasped Wenyr's shoulder, offering a light reassuring squeeze. [color=337d71]“The Eye of the Beholder is a good place to acquaint yourself with everyone.”[/color] Flynn stepped back and made his way towards the door once more. [color=337d71]“I will be sure to meet with you more formally soon. For now, please make yourself comfortable.”[/color]

Opening up the door, Flynn looked towards Octavia and held it open for her to step out into the village square. [color=337d71]“Shall we?”[/color] He asked, calling back to their earlier private exchange where he had asked her to enter the tavern with him. As he waited for her response, his mind reminded him of the jealousy he had felt over her just moments before. It struck him as peculiar. Could he truly feel that way over her already? The only time he had felt that intense green rage rise up in his chest before was with his former lover, the woman he had believed he was going to marry before duty bound him to Octavia. It had only been two months, and Octavia had remained distant throughout, yet he clearly had a strong reaction at the mere thought that someone else might pose a threat to their marriage. 

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[sub][b]Interactions:[/b] Octavia [@The Savant], Lord Coswain & Syraeia [@PrinceAlexus], Wenyr [@Fetzen]
[b]Mentions:[/b] Na'Ri [@Girlie Go Boom][/sub]