Aylin listened to the stranger's proposition, her chin resting in her hand, elbow propped up on the table. She'd never considered their group a mercenary band. The word conjured up images of...well, people like Ceol and Seka. Of course, she reasoned, mercenaries would need to ally with people like herself and Ren for the same reason Ceol and Seka did; stealth, guile and sorcery could solve problems beating or chopping things to a bloody pulp couldn't.<br/><br/>When mention came of an employer higher up than the stranger, the half-elf's attention slid from him to her companions, gauging their reaction. As loath as she was to admit it, she was still too inexperienced to know what was normal and what was strange when it came to this sort of work, and the others' reactions weren't particularly telling. The big gray mountain of muscle didn't seen happy about the revelation, but then Aylin wasn't convinced he was capable of happiness. Ren was slippery - whatever reaction he showed, she was hesitant to put much stock in it, and Sanora was even more inexperienced than the sorceress herself. Seka was difficult to read, but as far as Aylin could tell she seemed open to the idea.<br/><br/>"Alright, well I have no objections to meeting this mysterious third party," she said at last, leaning back in her chair and waiting to see if any of the others would raise concerns. "It's got to be better than wandering blindly into the wilderness at any rate."