Lorraine watches this for a moment, scanning the room for a quiet .. well, quieter .. place to sit down. In the end, that ends up being near the bar, away from the fight. Lorraine settles herself, and tries hard not to stare.<em>Well, okay. Now what? Eat first. Then talk to the innkeeper - if the gentlemen in the corner don't take the place half apart before then....</em>Lorraine carefully pries her helm off - the light's not good enough, she hopes, for anyone to recognise her as anything other than a road-weary soldier... well, she can hope.<br/>At least the bar maids are recogniseable, although Lorraine finds she doesn't envy any one of them their job. They're not hard to catch, either. "Ale. Are we up to lunch yet, or do I bring my own?"