"Huh." The tall, rather green man takes a look around. He leans on his staff - not a magic staff, mind you, just completely ordinary walking stick - and casts his eye over all of those assembled in the area. He gives everybody an appraising look, tiny eyes glaring out from under a heavy brow. He'd been paid half up-front - that's how he was able to buy this shiny new longbow - but now that he could see the options, well... "Looks like I won't be bringing many back," he murmurs to himself with a sigh. "They're gonna want a bloody discount."
Sure he'd guide them to where they want to go. The hard part'll be surviving with so many city-folk. Hell, even the horned guy seems to be less dangerous than the average fallen-branch.
He stretches a little, eyes settling on women, children and elves. Liabilities, all of them.