Xana is momentarily silent, seeing the handsome elf with a moustache, overwhelmed by the reality that she's on an adventure. Odum, her winged monkey familiar, waves his hand in front of her eyes once or twice, trying to get her to snap out of her reverie.
When Lilly challenges the elves, Xana snaps to attention. Wait! We don't have to fight! Think of it this way: whether or not we trust them, we're the ones going to the Temple. We're researching! If we find something that, as our employer said, is too dangerous for either party (like, I don't know, some artifact that opens portals to an army of demons, or something crazy that'll blast everyone into an apocalypse or something), we are the people on hand. And hey, what better way to sue for peace than to have some kind of working relationship with the Elves? If this war really happens, it won't be the nobles who get killed, but the farmers and commoners caught in the middle. On both sides. To have peace, we need trust. If it has to start with me, then so be it.
Xana accepts the blindfold from the elves, and says to Lilly as she puts it on, And hey, why would they want to kill a bunch of randoms? Way too much work for too little benefit.