"That's the plan," Lon says, and grins a little. "Of course, if I fell into something more interesting, well, you couldn't blame me for pursuing that, right?" He gives a little laugh at that, as if not really believing anything more interesting would just fall into his lap. "The caravans do seem the best bet."<br/><br/>He shifts slightly to get more comfortable, and signals to the waitress, motioning to his ale, then putting up two fingers, ordering two. "Are you also trying to get in on the caravans?" he asks, and leans forward, whispering conspiratorially. "Perhaps we could help each other with that. We could sign on as a pair of look-outs or forward observers; perhaps they'd be more willing to let two tarry along than one?"<br/><br/>He sits back, nodding thoughtfully, before smiling coquettishly. "Oh, I don't practice any art, really; I just study people. I like to hear their stories, learn their ways... Get inside their heads, and learn how they think." He smiles a little to himself, and shrugs as he pats the quiver on his pack. "I can use a bow, but I'm not particularly impressive with it. As far as supplies go... well, you've caught on to why it would be nice to join a caravan." He winks at her then, a gesture meant more to include her in an unspoken joke than anything else. "Besides, traveling alone gets old. No one to study but myself, and I'm already an expert on that chap!" He grins again, a wide joking smile that comes easily to his face.<br/><br/>"Enough about me, though. Where do your skills and talents lie?"