[ Flynn's brows rise unbidden. ]

A power?

[ His voice is oddly hushed when he asks, and he can't help a glance at the pleasant-faced receptionist, who seems to be ignoring them anyway. Still. He has a key and no desire at all to go to his room, and staying in here means that this whole conversation is very public. He'd like to ask more, but. Hm. ]

...would you like to look around with me? It's possible that there's a map or some other sort of marker out in the town.