Distracted by the events of the trinkets history, Malfiend hadn't thought much in a while. He took a good look at the last warrior, he wanted to be fair and no tipify him on his subtle orcish ancestry, but the first thing he did was ask for violence and fun. After those initial thoughts he took a look around the room.<br/><br/>He had, "I don't care about money but about excitement" he could be dangerous, if excitement was all he cared about he could prove to be very unwise, still there was some hope he was smart enough to not lend his toys even if Malfiend meant no harm, "killing is fun, and I like money" unless he carried an enemy to them, he was only a danger to himself, and last but not least "I want money and dislike authority" the last one was more reliable, as long as she didn't try to betray anyone, he could somewhat trust her.<br/><br/>Then he looked at himself, within him, only locked by his self control was his death magic, he would be unfair to judge badly any of them, he was dangerous himself too, the thrill of death magic is too big, and the consquences often to disheartening, the last part of the elf's speech had rung ominous to him, like something that could happen if he lost control.<br/><br/>"I'll be picking up some supplies for the trip, would any of you come with me?"