Elijah watched as the various warriors began pairing themselves in groups. Why they would add such a trite and superfluous requirement was unknown to him. Why make things more complicated? Elijah always found hunting better alone rather in a group- Less noise, less scent, less variables, which meant a lesser chance of being detected. But he wasn't going to question the reasoning publicly. That was not his place. 

He watched as some warriors close to him began to converse. Then of course, there was that one really loud person who decided the whole damn room needed to hear what the hell his name is... in front of the females of course. It was like hearing a dying animal attempt to make a mating call. Elijah had seen these types before. Said male would probably charge headlong into the fight, and get a "heroic death." And then there was one of those "serious" types. "I'm only interested in the serious work." Yeah, he was pretty sure agreeing to join this unlikely alliance of heroes to fight man eating beasts was already serious work.

Gee, then this woman has the gall to say "I usually fight with men who can hold a sword." Goddamn, she must fight every freaking male in the entire world then. And of course, there was the cheery happy go lucky female who would probably faint at the first sight of blood. 

Elijah wondered if he should speak up or something, after all, groups were pretty mandatory. But getting along with these people was another thing. He went for it anyway.

"Leaving the encampment... is probably an idiotic idea. You would be assigned a pretty crappy job no one else wants if you are not back here in time. And if you are complaining about this drink, I certainly would say you need to...how do they say...Man up?"