"Thank you, Sir." This close, it is evident this group of mercenaries is /very/ well trained and, at least as far as their 'civilian' clothes show, equipped. Twelve men are scattered across three tables grouped in a cluster in that corner; aside from the scar-faced sergeant, there is a true giant of a man, well over seven foot, and broad enough to count for two by himself, and a mixed batch of soldiers ranging in age from about twenty to thirty-five. The sergeant nods politely at Raine. "I do not often have the occasion to recite in civil society - and while campfires are a place for stories, they rarely allow the relaxation and leisure for this particular form."