"Yes?" Martin replies as promptly as possible and getting closer. "And... uh good morning," he says, glancing briefly at both of the guild members present. 
The expression on his face becomes more visible after he pulls down his hood, still wondering what's going on.

"They look nice! I can help too," Martin offers. "I mean, Ignas is already doing so, but do you need me to do anything?"

They tilt their head in response.
"Mission?" they ask Ignas.
...and that was supposed to be an apology for keeping him, I guess.

What an indirect roast.
"Understood," they state vaguely. It kind of seems like the vagueness is intentional.
"Good luck," they add with the same tone of voice before redirecting their attention to Martin. It's hard to tell, though, given how they don't really look at him nowadays.
"Thank you for the compliment," they say first, even if stoically. Then: "How do the strings look?"
They mean the ones that are probably where they're supposed to be, of course. On the wall.
The narrator won't contribute their opinion, since it's Martin's to state, after all.

"Looks a bit like a web over there," Martin replied while pointing. He briefly glanced at Ignas to see what expression the young man was showing.
"But don't take my word, uh, I've never messed around with lights and strings like this before."

"I'm not a spider... how am I supposed to know if a web is good or bad? Are light strings supposed to look like webs anyways?"
Martin looked puzzled.

Martin followed Kiaane's sight. He stared at Ignas expectantly.

((Oops, sure I'll go on with it))

Ignas seems to take a bit to register both are looking at him, "What are you guys looking at me for?" He asks in his normally grumpy tone, "They look pretty normal."

((Nah its fine I'll just have him magicly stay))

"Colors?" Ignas echoed. Shifting to lean on the wall while assuming crossed arms,"What for?" It would seem the reason was quite obvious, but it looks like Ignas just wants to pan the conversation out or something.

Meanwhile, the magic mercenary is far from overthinking (or really thinking about) the implications of Ignas's questions and possible intentions. Instead, they're staring hard at Martin's jacket, trying to remember the precise hue. Their response in the meantime is, "The colors of the lights can be customized. And the general process needs many of them." Not gesturing to what they mean, they just vaguely list, "That pertains to the strings, and other decorations."
Now somewhat confident that they'll be able to get Martin's color right, they tilt their gaze towards Ignas's general direction again. 
"Purple?" they guess.
...well, it's technically not a bad guess.

Kiaane nods. Whatever he just said definitely went way over their head.
"Purple?" they repeat. 

Kiaane writes, or rather scribbles, "Purple" onto their notepad of sorts.
"Purple is nice," they say, like it's a fact, though it might as well be. "Like beetroots and black rice. And butterfly bushes."
If you look at what they're writing, you can see that in addition to what is presumably Kiaane's note on Martin's choice of color, there are at least three more on the same page. Wonder who put up with the question before Martin. 
They look back up. "What other colors?" they ask the other two, as if Ignas will respond to them if they don't ask about a favorite color and instead imply at general color schemes. Actually, that's probably exactly what they think.

"White," Kiaane adds, as they do not care whether it's a color or not (or maybe they don't know in the first place, but they wouldn't care either way). "Pastel yellow...orange...bright yellow...blue and mint?" They write it down even if it might not work, along with "More green." 
"If they come, they can add more," they say to no one in particular as they habitually move to close their notepad. They stop after realizing they still need their notes, though.
And of course, 'they' refers to Elio and Aereon, and any other leaders within the guild, since they're Kiaane and probably have no idea how to refer to them otherwise.

The narrator forces them to do more in a post, so they eventually make a vague beckoning gesture to Martin, and Ignas too, since why not.

(I'm not sure if it's just something I feel, but I will always love the awkward bubble created when Ignas and Kiaane are in the vicinity of each other xD

Ignas: *video speedup noises*)

They have to think a little to remember if they did think about that. They eventually nod.
"What of it?" they ask, and at this point, they could look kind of like a curious cat to someone reading their expression.