That gets a shrug out of Raine. While he listens to the story, he seems to be considering the storytellers, and the group in general. "They won't come cheap. Even if they are willing to hire on for a lengthy cargo run..." He sounds dubious - and not just because of that. On the other hand, there is the group at the near table. Some of which seem even less experienced than Raine, and some who might be more experienced - at what, who can say? And then of course, there is Laurin, who has turned her attention there as well. Well. There is really no space to wave one of them over. Raine sighs, drains the contents of his mug and gets up. "Excuse me for a moment."<br/>The quarters are not exactly generous - as she passes, something soft and heavy brushes Laurin's shoulder, then slaps lightly against Joli's back as Raine moves past, shifting under the armor to settle it and his cloak into their proper places.<br/>Raine crosses the room, hands visible, pausing near the storyteller in the group of mercenaries. "Well told. I have not heard that story in a long time."<br/><br/><em>*Here we go again. Well. At least this time I am not quelling a fight before it begins - and I still don't know how I managed /that/! This should be much easier ... right?*</em>Lorraine thinks to herself, as she waits for the man's reaction ...<br/>