Turning to speak to Gil, Xaviien doesn't even try to hide the distaste in his voice, "Oh you'd like to meet these orcs, would you? Well, I tend to try and stay away from their hordes, if I can avoid it. Now I'm no coward, and I'll not shy away from a fight, but if you're expecting this to be a social visit, I daresay you'll be disappointed."
Of Marduk and Lord Alwin, Xaviien asks "Not to be rude, but I also would like to know how we will be paid, should we return? Is there a set reward for the safe return of this "Gideon" fellow, which will be shared amongst the survivors, do we each receive fair payment for the skills and effort we apply to the investigation, or have we been conscripted?"
Like most men, Xaviien hoped to be paid fairly for his work, but this situation was beginning to sound less like a job, and a lot more like a mission.
"I must say, we don't look like much of an army, but I willingly offer myself, and my abilities" he drops to one knee, "to the service of the Kingdom." bowing his head, with a slight flourish of his hand before taking his feet once again, Xaviien hopes he is making a good impression, not with the Lord, but with the Hand. This man would be sure to have known of my father, and I'll likely never get a chance to make his acquaintance if I mess this up.