Sasin took a minute to observer each of his comrades. Weyliss was obviously a warrior. Strong, buff, big sword. He was well protected. So far, he seemed like a nice guy. He nodded back at him.
Now the Akalak, Z, was a different matter. Tall, hooded, dangerous. Lately, he had started taking note of the first words that came to mind when he saw a person. It helped. Z wasn't very social, it seemed. He merely smirked at the glare sent in everyone's direction. His voice was cool, steely. Showing no emotion. A fellow assassin, perhaps.
The third person hadn't introduced himself yet. Bawdy, interesting, light spirited. He eyed the golden ball for a second, but said nothing. He wondered if he should add clumsy to the list.
Turning back to his employer, he raised an eyebrow at the job description. "And I suppose this chest is so big that you need four to carry it?" He asked sarcastically. "What's the catch? There's no way it's that simple. Otherwise, you could do it yourself."