Allistair couldn't help but cringe slightly at the blunt naming of his occupation.  He did know full well that's what he was- as did everyone, it seems, yesterday on the field of honor- but, there was a reason the term "Free Knight" had come about.  Mostly to protect the sensibilities of people such as himself, who traditionally did not want to give the impression that they fought for money.  And, honestly, money was not the only reason Allistair fought.  He could fight for love (of fighting), and once in a while, was even a heroic sort of guy.  When the odds were good, or the girls pretty.  I mean, he didn't just go about smashing people, and he had a code that was mostly adhered to.  He glanced over at the sage, hoping he didn't bring up the whole mercenary thing again.<br/><br/>He turned to the enchantress.  "I don't really know  your art myself- I would have to trust you to make the best decisions for me.  Though, a sword that slices through armor wouldn't really go awry...." He laughed slightly, letting his eyes tease lightly over her.  She was a little too flighty to notice, he figured, so he didn't think it would go well past a look, but she probably wouldn't notice, either, which was just as good. If it was unwelcome, he could be borrowing the trouble he didn't need.<br/><br/>The archer.  She would probably hold it against him if he didn't say something business-like.  "Tactics?  Well, those really matter on the ground and enemy, don't they?  I think a general agreement to do what we do best is a good plan."  Honestly, he was never really sure how to place himself in a team with archers- he was more of the face-to-face sort.