Sighing heavily, Fionn turned his back on the conversation. "Can't Connal have a good conversation?" he mumbled as he moved back through the crowd. "Wasting my perfectly good eavesdropping skills on that..." Walking back to the table, he leaned against it and surveyed the crowd once again, this time filling his wine glass.<br/><br/>In Fionn's mind, he knew that his place was here, with Dawn, but he still found the life of a court-bound guard to be rather dull. There were only so many things to do that didn't involve gossip, and he had no interest in participating in that particular aspect of this life. That was part of his attraction to Dawn; he felt as though she had little interest in the small talk that permeated every aspect of court, about matters so trivial only the most trivial minds were interested in them.