Lon, having watched the exchange from within the inn, could only shake his head, half in amazement, half in disbelief. He'd heard of the knights, of course - that jackal of a lord had talked about scheming his way into their good graces often enough - but he'd never actually seen one in person. From everything he'd just witnessed, he could easily wait half his lifetime, if not more, to see another in person. Laurin's suggestion wafted through the window as he picked up his pack, and he nodded, agreeing with the sentiment. It was time to be gone.<br/><br/>Long strides carried him out of the inn, straight towards Raine, Alchfried, and Laurin. "Begging your pardon, sir," he began without any preamble, "but if I read that man right, he will not give up. We should get while the getting is good." He paused for a second, and appraised Raine and Corien carefully, suspecting something more was driving this than just 'a return to tradition'. "You two are well known," he said, "as leaders, and as skilled warriors. Well known enough for that ass to think of making an example of you, to cow others into submission." He scowled at the injustice of it. "You'd think that someone who called himself a knight would be above that sort of bullying behavior."