Dion would let Guritag snatch the ice-cold beer slush. She would find that Dion had already conveniently placed a straw before she had taken it. "We'll see, definitely off, but can't tell if malicious." He'd reply. It was too early to tell with that one. As weird as he was, Michah's ability and knowledge would come into use. The only person he could trust and worked before with was Guritag, so not like any of these people weren't possibly suspicious. 

However, it seems attention would shift to him and the mission. Both Guritag and Neith were looking at him both saying it was a suicide mission. "Yes, no." He said with cavalier nonchalance. "No one knows what's inside and do they want to be discrete. An army of mages sent to quell whatever lurks can be done. But it can tip off whatever might not want their attention and things might get complicated if the town is part of the conflict. However, if I fall or if we find ourselves retreating back to town after seeing some shit, they'll be coming to burn things down."

Dion's eyes would settle on Guritag. "Enjoying that beer Rita?"