With a casual shrug, dismissed the moral intent from their mission and downed the rest of his glass.  "I was simply giving my tactical assessment of how best to achieve what I gathered was the end goal.  The price is right, so I'm in regardless what we end up doing after we loot the noble coffers."<br/><br/>Fenris stood from his chair and meandered to the bar, setting his empty one upon its surface and signaling the bartended he was ready for his second.  A glance to his side shown him the man who was previously lurking in the corner, the one with the maniacal laugh.  The intervals as which he was taking drinks suggested he was doing it as some sort of game and was clearly losing.  Or winning pending on your perspective of things.  Fen had to muffle a laugh under his breath, which he attempted to cover up as a cough once he realized the key phrase.  He turned to the man, leaning causally on the bar with a grin.  "People people people people people people people."<br/><br/>By then, another filled mug was set before him and the Ranger took it without ceremony.  He returned to his seat, sitting sideways in it so his elbow rested upon it's back while he took another long pull with a broad smile on his face.