Alexander turned his head to the woman apparently talking to him. '[i]Tiny[/i]' certainly wan't new, not by a long mile, but it was certainly different than the curious, slightly nervous stares he'd been getting. He turned to regard the woman fully, his knocking earning no response. She wasn't one of these perfumed city ladies he'd been seeing, but that wasn't to say she wasn't appealing. Enough time on campaign had made Alexander come to appreciate a woman who knew her way along a muddy marching trail, rare as they were, and he knew well enough not to dismiss them like the greener recruits tended to. She wore a coat of lamellar, a shield slung loosely on her. She carried a few glowing axes on her belt. He thought she might be one of them greens who never feel safe without six different weapons going into battle, but figured that magic axes might be a different story. He'd never been one for magic himself; too expensive for too little, in his mind, but he'd seen wizards do great things in more than a few sieges he'd been in, and had what he thought was a healthy respect for it. Her assortment of gear wasn't in line with any army or company that came to mind, but he figured there were plenty that he'd never heard of. Maybe a private mercenary, or a guard somewhere, serving someone who couldn't afford to re-equip the muscle with matching gear.

He wasn't quite sure how to respond, but that didn't stop him. He unslung his pack, the plates within clattering to the ground, and set his sword on the wall of the ramshackle building, dusting off his hands as he spoke. "Do I look it? Road'll do that to me, I'm afraid, but I'm sober as they come. Name's Alexander, former member of the Dragon-Tooth Company, and recently looking for new employment. Figured killin' monsters'd be good coin, so here I am. Them's some fine axes you've there. You do them enchantments yerself?"