He remained as he was, a silent observer. Hand upon the priestess' back, close to the hips, his gaze constantly moving, scrutinizing everything, and everyone... For a brief moment, his gaze fell upon the warlock, as withered as she was, his eyes intense, as if boring past her robes, glaring into her very soul... Whether those ghostlight golden eyes could or not... Did not chance the air of threatening prowess he carried, even when acting lazy, sluggish, or distracted... Body hidden under his countless cloaks, concealing weapons and tools alike... Then, abruptly, he spoke up. "Whatever we do, we best do it soon... Least I start charging, for time spent..." Eyes turning to each person in kind, then falling upon the warlock once more...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>