Ah, mister Flynn. A... pleasure to meet you. Yes, Ark, what is it?
Some whispering takes place. Sol's expression changes, though it's hard to notice, what with the lack of eyes. She nods, taking occasional glances at rick.
Interesting... Are you sure? It matches my suspicions however... Alright.
Mister Flynn. You are welcome to help yourself to our camp here, taking a needed rest if you require it. When you are able, I suggest you and your friends head west across the sea to the Shootan capital, Bolet. It's not politically stable, mind you, but I'd say it's the least dangerous of the two. Also, upon your time, I'd like a small word aside with you...