Perhaps it was the inexplicable exhaustion, or the accumulated anger that forced Lex to remain unresponsive as the festivities raged around him, and simply cringe bitterly at the sight of his associates failing time after time to reach an understanding with that guard captain, before finally being let through to continue their business. Speaking of that one, Lex was not at all pleased with his eagerness to receive gold, and made his thoughts clear with a fleeting glare before he followed the rest towards the building's interior. 

 If the rambling gnome irritated the paladin, he did not let it show as he proceeded wordlessly into the building. A slight smoothing of the brow indicated that Talionis was not unpleasantly surprised with the interior. In the place of grandiose decorations there lay only the bare necessities. Basic furniture and armament racks. Approaching the general, he gave a nod, bordering on a bow, with utmost solemnity, and awaited for the others to be seated, placing his palms against the tip of his hammer's hilt, its' head resting against the stone floor. The general's demeanor, the few words he shared so far, and the state of what could very well be his usual dwelling did not disagree with Lex. 

 In a rare display of acknowledgement, the paladin subtly faced Ceria as she spoke of the group's deeds in that thrice-cursed place and responded to her glance with a deep, somber gaze, as best as he could manage at least. So many needlessly lost, and for what nefarious reason? They knew but fragments so far. It was then that the feral woman, the one wielding strange magic, first spoke of this matter. And conveniently enough, she brought up the doomsayer incident. Once she had finished speaking, the paladin added a few more words, never straying too far from his usual tone.

 "And how are they being dealt with?"