Raine winced slightly. "It is Raine. I am only 'sir' - or Captain - to these." A very slightly wry smile, a slight gesture to the men sitting with them. "They are good men, if a little rough around the edges."<br/>Straightening - well, sitting straighter. One cannot slouch, in armor - Lorraine listens once again to the group at the other table, a thoughtful look creasing her otherwise smooth brow.<em>*Hm. If he /is/ a scout ... I wonder what the rest of them do? And if they are looking for work at all - the mercenaries in the corner almost surely are. I wonder how many we need, and can afford.*</em>She flashes a quick look towards the caravan master, a querying look.