Vish smiled at the troll and said "Oh, I LIKE you! When this is done, please let us talk about souls and earthly rewards and such things." Whether or not the troll was sincere in his professed belief, he was just the sort that could be used to put a good spiritual face on a religious institution which had more material concerns.
Turning to the ragged man, he switched topics "Certainly I know what you mean, but I would prefer to avoid such distractions of the flesh for now." Then, because he inexplicably liked the ragged man he added "Besides, between elf proportions and the floating action, it all goes over my head anyway -- I prefer short humans with their feet on the ground, lines things up so that ..." he gives himself a shake, smiles a bit, and admits "I'm not immune to the distractions of the material world, which is why I prefer to just avoid them sometimes."
As for the summoner of the spirits ... Vish gave the masked man a curt nod, and made no effort to hide that he was looking at the man's aura -- so much more personal than a face. The man's flip approach to his spirits grated, but Vish wasn't sure how much of that was jealousy that the coarse man could summon and control two spirits, and that he could coaxe the spirits to take on such pleasing forms. Vish really felt he should say something to the man, but he was at something of a loss for words.
Instead, he addressed the group more broadly. "Seems to me that we want to have the club manager either on our side or out of action, so nobody is trying to fight us for control of what is going on. Plus the manager's office probably has surveillance feeds from the club, and would be somewhere to cache gear and for me -- and possibly our late-comer -- to cache our bodies while our spirits keep watch in the immaterial world."
He is feeling better already as he puts this vague plan into words. This was something they had done many times in the old days -- replace the source of authority and you could sometimes work wonders. "If we take the office, by charm or coercion, then I think we can gain something of the home field advantage." Turning to the military commander, he asked "Do you have any official looking papwerwork we could wave around in an intimidating manner, should we need to do so? I'd rather actual paper, not AROs, since it is easier to keep people from actually getting to read what it says."