Lon watches Joli sashay liquidly over to the table of mercenaries, and considers for a moment that he might have to intervene if they get the wrong idea about her. That thought makes him shake his head and chuckle, though; more likely than not, he'd have to save<em>them</em>from<em>her</em>. He turned back to the merchant, however, and hitched a thumb over his shoulder at her pert retreating behind. "My partner's on it."<br/><br/>He gestured with one open hand to the seat Raine emptied, and raised an eyebrow. "May I? I'm assuming that, from the size of the group of guards you have here, along with the fact that your captain is negotiating with a group of experienced mercenaries, tells me you're probably heading someplace... interesting." Lon smiles slightly, and looks around the table, letting his eyes finally settle on Laurin, next to him, before they kick off her cleavage and head back towards the head merchant, looking at him appraisingly. "Do you mind if I ask a few details on what your trip might entail?"