Lanza nodded with a smile as Sif thanked him for his aid. "You're very welcome." he told her with a relaxed salute. However, he caught the confusion on her face as he more or less rallied the group to meet at the nearby inn, and cleared his throat, glancing to Samuel. "Ahem, Samuel..." he began, getting the beastkin's attention before looking back to Sif. "My apologies lass, you were, ah...deceived, earlier. You see, Samuel claimed leadership of our group in order to protect me, so that we might stand a better chance of thinning out the enemy's forces overall. Truth be told we don't really have a leader as of yet, but I can tell you right now, that lazy b*****d would want none of it." he explained, laughing as he pointed to Samuel with a cheeky grin on his face. "Think nothing of it, we've no intention of tricking you further. In all fairness, you were trying to kill us. Or at least, that was how things seemed at the time." he explained, trying to reassure the giant of a woman that they had no ill intent towards her.
Looking to Samuel the young swordsman grinned as he folded his arms. "Aye, looks like we've both lived to see, well..." he paused, smile fading for a moment. "...More battle." he finished in an uncharacteristically bitter manner, his blue gaze becoming mildly distant. However, he soon found himself giving a surprised snort of amusement as Sif bluntly told Samuel her skeleton minion had made a bet that he would brown himself as she put it, ironic considering he was the one who had been tentative of the walking pile of bones himself. Turning his head he caught sight of Oralanalia causing a bit of a fuss, again. His shoulders sank but an amused smile came to his face, if slightly weary from battle. Deciding to head over to the dainty woman he first turned his attention to the poor lad she'd just more or less attacked with words. Giving a friendly smile he placed a hand on the young man's shoulder. "Pay her harsh words no mind mate, we've all been through a fair bit today. Not to worry, we appreciate your hospitality, you could have just as easily refused to have us here." he assured the young man, ignoring the fact that they were all well-armed whereas the villagers weren't. "Take your time, I know you've been made to endure much as of late." he said gently, giving the boy a pat before leaving him to do as he would.
Looking upon Ora, he calmly took up a seat beside her. "Tell you what, I can ask around, see if I can't find you a bedroll. I'll even have it cleaned for you." he offered, being completely serious despite the smile of amusement upon his face. Leaning forward, he pulled his gaze from her, staring into the hearth as he clasped his gloved hands together, Sieg strolling over to sit between them and relax. "Look, I know it's more than a bit jarring. One moment you're home, the next you're in unfamiliar lands with unfamiliar people, doing hard work, some of which you never thought you'd wind up doing." he began, seeming to reflect on his own experiences as a mercenary. "But you'll get used to it. Praises of a simple life or sung all too infrequent, as they say." he paused, a moment of silence passing, before he gave a chuckle. "Of course, that's assuming you stick around. You could always take the reward and leave. But something tells me there's more at stake here than a simple bandit siege..." he admitted, frankly he didn't seem too happy about that, it meant that things may well have become complicated, and Lanza didn't like when things became complicated. Complication led to...well, further complications.
Turning his attention to Reilley, he gave a frown of concern. "Bloody hell mate, you didn't half take a beating. Shite...I'm sorry, it's my fault, if I'd chosen to fortify your side of things more, then perhaps.." he trailed off, deciding there was no good words could do now. "I'm really missing Luxia right now, her healing magic was something else..." he commented more to himself than anyone else, though Samuel was at least familiar with the sweet and kind healer, and certainly familiar with her overly protective twin brother, Luxio. Looking over at Vorsryn as he spoke his hope that the archer's headache didn't become worse, he nodded in agreement, then smiled faintly as he caught something about the red-haired man's expression. "Well bugger me, the stoic dragon slayer can crack a smile." he poked fun at him with a chuckle, before tilting his head towards Ora. "Now all we need is the ice queen over here to do the same and we'll just be the merriest band you've ever seen." he said in jest, then found himself looking to Samuel as he moved to get himself a drink. Seeming to ponder doing the same, he apparently dismissed the idea. "I shouldn't." he concluded. A mere moment later, he stood and walked to Samuel's side, apparently giving in rather swiftly.
"And one for me, mate. Actually, make it two." he requested as he leaned over the bar, having glanced over at Sif as she sat on the floor, the large woman looking to be a bit, for lack of better term, lonely. He caught on to the man's surprise at Samuel's presence, it made sense, his lot were rare in these parts, Lanza had just gotten so used to him that he'd forgotten that fact from time to time. "Not to worry, he don't bite. Might piss on the floor if he gets smashed enough, though." he joked with a laugh, patting the beastman's back as a good-natured gesture. More mercenary humor, he'd certainly endured his fair share of it during his time with Tempest Company, even as their leader. "Honestly though mate, he's a canny lad. If it weren't for him this village may not be liberated right now." he assured the wary bartender, who finally seemed to be put at ease and agreed to pouring some drinks for them. Passing one to Samuel, he then passed one to Lanza, followed by the second he'd requested. "Cheers, friend." he said politely, before turning and looking towards the others, raising a brow as he noticed that Sif was suddenly no longer clad in armor, and was instead wearing her smallclothes. However the young man didn't seem phased by it at all, especially given the fact that he had grown up with his mercenaries as family more or less, he was used to seeing a woman in her underwear - or less, for that matter. There had been the time he'd accidentally stumbled in on the girls when they were bathing, something Tal had never let him live down.
Nudging Samuel in the side, he snickered. "Oi, don't go gettin' too excited now." he teased the beastman with a good-natured grin, before calmly making his way over to Sif, leaning down to offer the blue-haired woman a drink. "Here." he began with a relaxed smile. "You chose to help us today, when you could have easily decided to do otherwise. I know it simply came down to our goals falling in line with one another, but the way I see it, that makes you one of us now." he told her, pausing to take a sip of his drink as he looked upon her with a friendly gaze. "Welcome to the crew." he told her as he took his seat again. "Say.." he started, giving something a moment of consideration as he looked back at the blue-haired jotunn. "I don't think I've properly introduced myself. Lanza Fenrir, leader of the Tempest Company. A pleasure. Oh and, just to clarify, this isn't Tempest Company. They're far more co-ordinated than this lot." he jested with a grin before lifting his mug to take a bigger drink from it.