Harvan just about spat out his drink when Yaroslav accused Settionne of being a thief. The young man had seen fights break out for less and he braced internally for whatever was about to happen. Instead of answering with a fist though, Settionne simply became indignant and said "I am a priest of the Gods!"
Of course! Sett was a man of the cloth. It all made sense now, the language he used, his calming personality. All things that one would learn in seminary. Harvan wanted to ask him what god he followed but the young man was far too embarrassed by the exchange he just witnessed to do so. Being a priest Sett would hardly react to an accusation such as that with violence, but it didn't mean Harvan couldn't. He would make a point of asking Settionne about that later. Yaroslav was an intimidating person, but in Harvan's experience if you bonked a mage upside the head hard enough they can't focus well enough to shoot a spell at you.
In the meantime Harvan decided to mingle. He didn't say much but he did listen to a lot of conversations. It seemed like everyone had good experience and by the end of the evening Harvan was looking forward to the adventure. This all was hammered home when Vanya cast her spell. One second they were standing in the inn, the next they were in a small clearing in the woods. Harvan was amazed by this. He had never seen magic of this nature. Harvan had no idea how far they had gone, but he knew it was a long ways and it simply boggled his mind. He could barely wrap his head around it! Hopefully the other casters in the party were this powerful as well. If so they had nothing to worry about. 
After Vanya had addressed the group Harvan went about setting up his equipment as only someone raised in barracks could. He had his sleeping roll prepared faster than most people had theirs out. A few people beat him to it but he suspected magic... or greater training but at this point he didn't know what the extent of everyone's powers were.