Kayden's wink did not go unnoticed; a slight quirk to Lis' hard line of a mouth showing some amusement - at least they could share in the ridiculousness of this task. Glad they were able to stop the old Lord from rambling on too long, Lis breathed a sigh of relief as they exited, even allowing herself an actual smile at Kayden's comment. She didn't think the Evergod was on their side at the moment.

By the time the others had arrived back at the guildhall, Lis had settled in comfortably and had even found some time to relax. Having a lengthy bathing session in a nearby bathhouse, she'd indulged with some of her own soaps and lotions to make the hot water even more comforting. When meeting the others back in the Mead Hall, her blue-black hair - now dry and sweetly scented with lemongrass - hung heavy down her back and around her face, adding a softness to her sharp features that would normally be missed. Even her outfit seemed more casual, with her armour, overcoat and gloves discarded, teal shirt untucked from her trousers and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow; her injury from the day before had healed nicely, and was now just a thin stripe of red on her forearm amidst her tanned skin and older, paler scars.

At first, Lis simply directed herself to whichever chair was closest to her; by the Captains left. She thought nothing of it before hesitating a fraction of a second, wondering if someone as new as herself deserved a seat by the guildmaster's side. But Kayden had seemed unperturbed - amused, even - by her speaking out earlier. It was clear this guild, or at the very least it's leader, didn't care for such trivial matters. So there she sat, enjoying another tankard of Banian ale. However, the taste of the ale grew sour in her mouth and her grip tightened around the tankard in no time; the mission. Of course. Part of her wanting to get out and relax had been because of a worrying thought; the way that Lord Pembrook had described the "Peculiar" fellow, and even his house priest having a negative reaction... it made her think of other-wordly things. Something not natural. And the worst of all these possibilities was that of a Vampire. 

Indeed, she couldn't disagree with the her gut feeling, as there were plenty of signs pointing towards it. Either that or it was some fellow versed in dark magical; either way, she wasn't happy. In her time in Bania, the so called "monster-hunters" she had travelled with rarely encountered the likes of vampires, but when they did, they were not prepared. The feral, uncontrollable beasts that could not hide in plain sight like their more intelligent family were difficult to dispatch; it often brought with it several deaths, a large loss of limbs, and even a few mercy killings when some poor souls became infected.

"There's a number of things that his fellow could be. All are dangerous possibilities, but if we're wanting a worst case scenario..." He voice paused, eyes travelling around the table. "Then there is some signs in what Lord Pembrook told us that this may be a vampire; but we'd better hope this isn't the work of one. From the sounds of it, it's intelligent and controlled. And they're the most dangerous." Her tone was grim, eyes hard but now staring quite firmly at the table, not wanting to meet anybody's eyes anymore. "Let's just say I've had some personal experience with the feral ones; they were never good experiences, so I can barely imagine how much harder this task will be." Now looking up and glancing at Kayden, she tapped her fingers lightly against the table.

"However, I'm not one to back down from a fight. I say we take the job; at the very least, I have some experience which may come in useful, if the worst should occur." Her tone was somewhat reluctant, but she wasn't going to let the mercenary group down at the first hurdle. Even if the worst case scenario occurred, the task would prove to be more enthralling than she had first anticipated.