Lorraine shifts her cloak back, to show the length of cord bound around hilt and sheath. "If that is not sufficient ..." She /would/ mind, as it turns out - but her general demeanor is matter of fact - it's not like everyone recognises, or even /uses/ a peace-binding anymore. She absently flicks one end of her reins, catching Imrahan in the nose before he can attempt to take a chunk out of the guard. "Your pardon, sir." Genuinely apoligetic - there is a time and a place for biting guards, and this ain't either....