[ It's been a long time since Flynn got to poke around any new place, and he's much more deliberate about it this time. Cecelia would be proud of him, he thinks, and it's a grounding sort of exercise anyway in an unfamiliar and chilly place to poke through the dark and crowded shelves, crammed with new things. He takes careful notes on each new object and makes himself move on with careful (military, even) efficiency, though he'd much rather linger over the tiny dragon figurines, perfectly-sculpted and glittering.

But no. He has a job to do and sense to make of this strange and crumbling town, now that he's sure Yuri is safe, and so he's going to move on and put it down and turn to the tiny swords at the same time as—

He looks up at the exclamation with a smile caught on his lips and his notebook (a little bloodstained, crumpled from his pocket, and printed with cowboys) held off-kilter in his hand. ]

Oh, how sweet. It's nice to see that if there are, they'll be well-armed. We'll simply have to hope they're the honorable kind.

[ It's... so cute and small....... he reaches to pick up one of his own, turning it over to glitter in the low light before looking back up with that smile still in place. ]

You must have recently arrived, right? Dumped into that maze?