Misha lifted his head once it was revealed they would be relatively safe in this place because of the Yof'Kurr. Apparently garnering favors from the other races was what this one had been doing in its time of exile. He respected that at least the Lei'Loni made proper use of its time. There was still a clear stigma in his mind towards those banished, but seeing as he was among those who were "fallen", he'd have to learn to accept it soon enough. It seems this old Yof'Kurr would provide a great deal of knowledge of the necessary lifestyle changes, not only that, but also of a few connections around the city. 

He would definitely be useful, but taking another scan of the way he presented himself, the Lei'Loni didn't seem to enjoy taking a life if not put into a position that forced such an act. 

Misha made a low rumbling, an attempt at a sarcastic chuckle, "My partner indeed comes up with the most [i]peculiar[/i] methods... and as or a plan, it isn't much other than a leap of faith. What you said a moment ago suggests that perhaps the information regarding your betrayal must also be forged. I am the same... though I have chosen to walk a path filled with vengeance. Foremost, I am a warrior. The only methods I know to get what I seek is through bloodshed." 

Misha looked at the Yof'Kurr, "You have no need to involve with someone like me. You appear to have made plenty of contact and friends among the other races. They welcome you here. As I warned before, you still have the choice of walking away from here. Go far. This entire district will be swarming with the Vanguard and Tol'Shul by the next nightfall."