 He'd never seen anyone over the age of twelve wield a ball on a stick as if it were some kind of weapon. Frowning, Flynn leaned against the table at his back and rested his sword across his lap, maintaining a loose hold on the leather-bound grip. The young woman was staring at him intently from behind her ball-on-a-stick and then, suddenly, she was laughing. Flynn had no idea who Surge was. He'd seen a few plays in his time and couldn't recall him (or her) starring in any of them.
"Maybe try and choose more suitable quotes inside the castle walls, miss...?" he managed when her cackling subsided. Flynn paused before offering further explanation; "recent events have made the king a little...twitchy when it comes to his family's security."
Flynn wasn't sure what exactly he was dealing with, but the girl's outburst had convinced him that he wasn't dealing with an assassin. He watched curiously as she placed her 'weapon' down on his desk and stepped away from it. He was familiar enough with the action to know that it probably indicated that the ball-on-a-stick was more dangerous than it looked.
"What is that?" he enquired, nodding at the tabletop, and then for clarification, "how does it work?" It was only then that he spotted the two silver badges pinned to her chest which her raised arm had previously concealed. One was completely alien to him, but the second...
"You're with the alliance?" he said, nodding at it pointedly, "you should have said."
He felt like he was beginning to get the situation onto his terms again when she threw something else at him."My...tail?" Flynn repeated nonplussed. She had a tail, that much he had seen when he had entered the room but the choice of phrase seemed strange, even in a place like Shaman. Flynn had only seen one other person with such an appendage and she was made out of stone. He didn't bother to ask what an aja was - he was going to end up looking like some kind of parrot if this kept up.
The echoing scrabble of claws on wood alerted them both to Denahi's approach. The husky put his shoulder to the door and it banged open with an audible crash.
"Flynn! Flynn!" barked the dog, bounding over to his master, his tail wagging madly, "I thought I smelled..." He broke off as he spotted the woman, wriggled sheepishly and then sat down promptly starring down at his paws. "Nevermind." Flynn sighed as he fought every impulse not to roll his eyes.
"I'm Flynn," Flynn conceded heavily, lifting his sword by the scabbard and waving it in the air, "and technically it is away. How can I help you sergeant?"
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