"Nuthin'." He'd been looking (albeit perhaps a little half-heartedly), but he hadn't even heard a whisper of recruiters. "Still, live to hope an' so on." There was something akin to a sneer on his face when he said that - 'live to hope'. Load of trash. Live to survive, nothing else.

He watched appreciatively as she took a long draught, managing to keep all but the smallest grimace from her face. He reckoned she'd pick this way of life up with little trouble - he'd seen nobles try and take it up before, hoping for riches and glory, and he'd seen them crash and burn just as quickly. But she seemed different - unlike them, she seemed to genuinely want the escape.