Upon closer inspection, the supposed Captain of the outfit seemed to have a bit more about him; perhaps it was the commanding tone of his voice, or his steady gaze? Whatever it was, it did instil some encouragement in the young rogue as she approached the table, settling herself in a chair beside what she assumed was another newcomer. While he fit in his seat quite comfortably, her feet barely brushed the surface of the floor as she settled herself.

"Both, I suppose. A ticket in meant work - and work meant a ticket in." She replied, offering up a slight smirk, before it disappeared; Lis came here to do business, after all. "I set off from Vrettonia a few weeks back when I heard about the competition here, hoping to find an outfit and do my bit. Unfortunately for some highwaymen, they waylaid me on the road, so I missed it. However, you seem to be a decent enough group; I may have joined you had I arrived in time. Knowing of a handful of the others - " Lis paused, now scowling at what were obviously some unpleasant memories (If they were unpleasant for Lis or for the companies she had encountered in the past, nobody would know; knowing the young woman, it was probably the latter, if not both), but she carried on talking. "- I'm pleased to see what looks like a decent group won." She paused again, this time glancing at the gnome. "You're certainly diverse, that's for sure."

Grasping her tankard as it arrived with a brief nod of thanks, Lis took a few deep gulps of the ale before continuing to speak. The taste was very familiar - in Bania, this was practically all she and her first mercenary group drank. It had a strange sense of nostalgia about the taste. Finishing her mouthful and placing the tankard back down, she jabbed her thumb behind her, towards the door.

"I'm assuming the fellow with the broom-handle shoved up his ass offered you a job of some kind?" She asked drily, figuring it was probably right about the man who had left as she arrived - people like him didn't get lost in this part of town on purpose.