Lon considered the question as he sipped at his ale, and his eyes started twinkling in merriment as he thought. His eyes slid mischievously to Balfor, before continuing on to Joli, as a grin spread across his face. He set his mug down, almost theatrically, and announced quietly, "Well, for one I'm damn good in the back of a wagon!" He couldn't hold the semi-serious expression, and grinned big, trying not to laugh, as if he'd just finished the funniest joke in his repertoire. He looked back and forth at the three with him at the table, chuckling to himself good-naturedly, waiting  for their reaction, before picking up his ale and leaning in closer. "Well, I've been looking to get hired on as a scout; I've got a keen eye and know my way around a bow."<br/><br/>"She's a better scout than me, though," he added, motioning towards Joli with his head. "Can put an arrow through a hummingbird at five hundred paces. We're a team." He glanced at her, and winked conspiratorially.