Jinx starts out nodding at Ciaran's convoluted logic, then shakes his head as if to silently say "What the--?!" The gnome blinks at Ciaran and thinks, "Garl's gems, he's a mean one. Almost as tempermental as ol' Merrick!" The gnome eyes the archers with no small amount of trepidation, sure that the men will react to the jibe, and perhaps unfavorably. Jinx's hand strays to the hilt of his dagger. "Dagnabbit, where is that Shoon!" A small oath escapes Jinx's lips.