Frankly De felt a little out of place as it seemed he was the only one to come alone. Quietly he sat and listened to their supposed commissioners and they gave their spiel about their mission and should anyone unsavory get their hands on this chalice of silence. After they were done, others began to converse such as the strange beauty of a drow, Cassandra, the lizard kin and so on and so forth. Quickly they all took what they needed and just as De was in the middle of rising from his seat, the elvish woman made a funny at him. He looked up briefly and then returned his gaze to the floor as he stood, rotating his shoulders with his armor. He smirked, half annoyed, " heh, yes. Well- it keeps the blood from falling into my armor. Plus I do not fight to look good, I fight to crush my opponents skull like popping a cherry." He said as a means to both intimidate and warn not to discuss his hair. He's had enough of that through random folk looking at him like a dumb deer. 

He followed behind the mass of people, having his gold in hand and idly peeking inside to see. Yes, it was there all in full, so this operation surely must be legitimate. He walked with a heavy trudge at times as it was impossible to move any more silent than an ox.