The caravan master looks back at Lorraine, shrugging himself. "You know what they say about the Lemish and Estwilders, Raine," he points out. "The other group? They sound like they expect more action than a simple, if lengthy cargo run. Even so, you are the guards' captain - if you feel they are prospects, go talk to them. Or wave them over."<br/><br/>In the far corner, the mercenaries have turned from discussing what must have been a recent contract to telling stories; a scarred sergeant is relating the tale of Lorren Soth of Dargath Keep, in surprisingly well-metered, yet natural-sounding sentences. Either he has memorized this tale, or he is a talent at storytelling... the words that drift across the room are a story of lust, betrayal, and ultimately tragedy.