Despite being immersed in his own thoughts, Zacharias noticed, out of the corner of his eye, the slow, yet continual outflux of Guardsmen; all of them were also, he noted, members of his next mission's crew. He considered wether or not to follow them, and decided to do so. He finished his sweet bread roll and his mug of ale, and left after them, arriving in time to hear the end of Djonn's speech.

"I wouldn't worry about that," he joked, playfully. "After all, we have quite a bit of experience not dying. We've been doing it all our lives." He laughed at his own joke. "Though, really," he added, changing his tone. "I hope you've all prepared well for tomorrow. Regardless of how much of a field trip our next mission is, it's still a job, and as such, it's likely to involve [i]some[/i] level of danger. If it didn't, we wouldn't have been hired."

He leaned against the wall, and pondered wether to take out another bread roll, but chose not to. He didn't want to share, after all.