Try to appease Annecks and Mirian.

"Annecks," you slowly say, "Let's not get hostile."

Annecks doesn't move. His eyes are tense, on his sword, ready to escalate if need be. But even then, you know him well. You know he is tense, he is glaring at the runes. Armoured runes usually have some sort of defence, be it durability or a curse.

After weighing the risk of fighting, he backs down.

"Fine. However," he points a finger in Miriam's face, "You better tell me why you want to join, and I want insurance."

"Is he always like this?" Miriam asks you.

"Not really," you truthfully reply on instinct. After a second, you realise you wanted to say 'yes', but your body didn't let you.

"I'm a confident and talented Swordswoman," Miriam tells Annecks. "My sword can cut through anything, my armour steals the edge of a blade. Also, Your group now has a better spellcaster than an elf."

Deilora scoffs. She's a pretty talented elf, even moreso because her magical emotion is stress. Put her under any pressure, and her power increases more and more.

Also, she's better at stealth than throwing fireballs and shards of ice. Not that Annecks or Deilora will tell Miriam. They just stared at her blankly.

"Ugh, fine. I also have Coin. Plenty of it."

Miriam heaved a bag that filled the Tavern with a thud as it hit the counter. "I'm not taking no for an answer, you know that?"

Annecks frowned and sat back on his seat. "That's the problem," he mutters. "goddamn soulmates."