Chath nodded as the dwarf he had taken a seat next to, declared that beer is better then wine. It was true enough, depending on the brewer but wine was easier to keep on a long march and depending on the region, cheaper then beer. He shook her offered hand with warmth, his eyes flicking to the others at the table, as she named named them. They lingered for a long moment on Alanna, a slight smile formed on his lips before jumping back to the massive man in thick armor. A Templar no doubt, no one else in his right mind, would wear armor like that, which was so thick as to be proof against crossbows. Well maybe it was thick enough to stop a quarrel, in some places but places like joints still had to be thin and a good shot could put one through the eye's of the helm, until they were so small as to leave barely anything to be seen for the man wearing it.<br/><br/>"I be from Lussi" he said, pouring some of his wine into Morgalla's mug, "Took up with merchant caravans as a lad, offering my sword arm as protection against bandits. Been doin it almost half me life now and taught many a bandit that even small caravans aren't easily pickins. Was up north when your recruitin got to me. Its bad up there. 'em Angren troops and lordlings aren't carin for the roads and the bandits are thick. A lot of deserters taken to robbin too. My last caravan was attacked several times by horsemen, former Konstantinos Legion boys from their equipment, had to fill 'em with quarrels. Pity that, they were good lads, when they were protectin merchants."<br/><br/>The crossbowman shrugged his shoulders and picked up the wedge of cheese, taking a few bites before putting it down. Taking a pull from his wine, he reached for roll.<br/><br/>"So whats the word" he asked, "There gonna be any work soon? Heard they were eyeballin Egrelia."