The odd thing about Teft was how, even when he was shorter than you, he was still the biggest guy in the room. Well built as he was, he managed to exude a presence many times bigger, the same thing all lawmen seemed to learn, given time. Though, compared to his companions, he seemed fairly unremarkable in other regards. Hell, even the noble boy was a beauty. Slim build, fine features, luxurious hair... Creepy really.<br/><br/>He practically rolled his eyes as the women preened, one modelling a jacket, that by Teft's figuring, was a whole lot less about it's protective qualities than it was about how it enhanced her figure, while the other seemed content to fawn over pretty boy. Hardly an uncommon sight out here, though, Teft usually preferred an honest whore when he could get one. He ignored their flirting as best he could. Stirred up too many painful memories, that.<br/><br/>His purse jingled pleasantly on his thigh, for the first time in quite a long while.  He'd supervised the handover of the prisoners before joining the others, few as they were, including the piece of scum he'd spent the last two months chasing. He'd be glad to see that back of that job. And already, there was another lined up. He wasn't completely convinced yet. The kids were keen, sure. But it seemed to Teft there was a little too much bright eyed optimism in them yet. A few months out here on the frontier would fix that soon enough though. One way or the other.<br/><br/>He took a tin of the ointment Lora proffered, unscrewing the lid to sniff the contents. Odorless insect repellent? What a pile of drivel.<br/><br/>"Bah, snake oil, if ever there was. You'll get used to the little bastards soon enough. It's the big critters you need to worry about. Especially if we're going to be pushing out into the yonder."<br/><br/>Despite his skepticism, he pocketed the tin anyway. Just in case.