The immortal mercenary looked at the nobleman while he made the speech, to him a second time, and looked at how the others reacted. The hunter was more than pleased for the glory of the hunt so he also decided to chime in "If the money is right you have spell and blade of the best mercenary in the land." He says quietly, almost a predatory growl. "Looks like we're a merry band of misfits though," He says looking back at everyone else, he kind of liked it, they were all different, colorful, powerful, and they all were trustworthy to some extent...a little crazy but who wasn't in this band, going after whatever was controlling those beasts would be a hell of a battle and it made him excited, something he hadn't been for over three hundred years. This begat a very feral grin from his lips, as he thought of it, similarly to how Thalen must have been thinking as it was a hunt for both of them at this point, although Xavier's more primal instincts were making him happy for it.