"If he bites you, belt him." is Lorraine's advice to the farrier - with a Look at her entirely too innocent warhorse.<br/><br/>After dinner, she joins Fridthjof, and is silent for a time, examining the roster, mentally matching it up with the men she's just officially met. "I might, at that. This will do for now, though." She hands him back the sheet, and thinks for a moment. "What provisions do you have set up for target practice - or general practice - while on the road? If any?" Even half an hour between meal and whatever comes next is better than nought, although ... it might not be practical, it /would/ help.