Lorraine lifts her hand, letting the barmaid sweep the silver coin off the table and into whatever secret hiding place she might have. "Thank you."<br/>Once she bustles off, Lorraine scans the room again, looking for a good opportunity to approach what she hopes will be her first employers. Assuming of course, that the corner hasn't exploded yet. Better caravan guard than dockhand - at least guarding a caravan, she'll be doing something she sort of knows...