He could empathize with her dismissal. Being a soldier was his only real option in life. It just happened to be Heldenhammer's grace that he was a natural at it. "A minstrel," he replied to her. "Though they often draw attention. Or attempt to." His eyes switched to the tapestry she had worn to warm her. "Speaking of which, when we make it out of here, you staying cloaked might be the best idea. And we'd need a story on who we are. I don't even think the Baron knows my name, but just to be safe I'll assume a name until we reach past Middenland." 

He never enjoyed lying. Life was so much simpler when you just spoke what was. "Minstrel or Mercenary, both travel," he said with a shrug, his broad shoulders rose and fell like an ocean wave. "Not sure where I'll travel. Only I'd need to keep moving, too. Only way to get money, and to make sure I'm not discovered either. I doubt I would be, but I don't intend to die before it's a time of my choosing." 

Abruptly, he came up with a name. "When we're on the Talabec, call me Reiner. I could be your bodyguard, if anyone asks."
[@Penny]