Adrion attention was short lived, his mind fetching a minor nap at the utterance of "saving the world" or whatnot. This was a fool's errand. Everyone here was a brat, small, and youthful. [color=fff200][i]The perfect combination to an early death, if you asked me[/i][/color]. 

"[color=fff200]Sure[/color]" He said plainly, [color=fff200][i]it's not like I have a choice [/i][/color]. Though the peculiar detail which fetched Adrion's attention is his own personal involvement. How did his Master know of this? What is his part in this little affair? Adrion's mind ticked, connecting dots and plans as his eyes studies his fellow crew. The Red head is simple and dangerous. Her friend seems the quick type. A naive elf. The rest are plain and suspicious.[color=fff200][i] And then we have this dangerous thing[/i][/color].

There was much to do, much to think about, and in that particular order strangely.