Raine: "Compared to wagons, I suppose we are highly mobile," Sapper chuckles. "We'll show off our kit tomorrow - it's getting a little late for a proper inspection anyway. Torchlight hides a lot of flaws." He and the others do offer their hands - Sapper and Corien both have a handshake that might break bones if they are careless.<br/>For his part, Corien looks thoughtful. "What's the pay like? And do I get to run my boys here as I see fit and you are just in overall command? Or would I accept a demotion to the rank and file for the duration?"<br/><br/>Laurin: "I'll talk to him. In the meantime, we probable /should/ get to know each other. You already know Raine. I'm Fridthjof; this bunch picked me for their sergeant when we hired up, and Raine never saw fit to promote anyone else." The older man smiles at Laurin. "You'll find there's a huge spread of ability among us. Raine fights like a noble-born - a knight. I'm an old piker who retrained to shorter weapons for guard duty. Most of the boys grew up wielding pitchforks and cudgels; we're still trying to get them to march in the same direction at the same time." That gets a yell of protest from one of the other mercenaries, and Fridthjof grins at him. "Don't get your padding wadded up, Connor. I know we focused on using crossbows, axes and maces."<br/><br/>(( Folks, don't let /me/ stop you... and feel free to go disturb people ))