"Master Ivrybane," he said, addressing the old man with a bit of respect.  He'd come across the occasional old Raider that thought they deserved a title, so he was used to it.  As long as the guy was willing to pay him, he use whatever title the guy demanded.  "I don't mind cracking a few white wolf or snow wolf or any other bandit skulls for you, but I've got a couple of questions first.  One, do I get looting rights on any bandits I kill?  Two, I'm a bit embarrassed to ask, and I can walk if you want, but if you need me to ride, I'll have to borrow a horse, at least until I get back and can buy one.  Any old nag or plow donkey will do."  He put out his hand.  "Roark Axeslinger's the name.  Earned it by throwing axes into my enemies faces.  And if the gods smile on me, I'll do the same for you."