The men eyed her up and down, measuring her mentally. Armored, armed, wearing her armor competently... On the far side of the room, the brawl was starting to draw bystanders in - errant ale mugs and shoves resulting in return shoves, some of the bystanders coming to blows over their bets. One of the merchants fixated Lorraine with a stern look. "Maybe. How about you show us what you can do first? Get over there and break that up, before they wreck the place."