[He looks at the satyr with growing respect, unable to hold back a pleased smirk. He had hoped she might say that! To seek truth first is always good instinct, and one he decides to reward.]

The raids are small, and focused: teams of a dozen or so orcs, setting fires and attacking those unfortunate enough to be nearby. There are many defenders scattered throughout the city, whether it be for love of the city or love of the reward money, but without any visible patterns to the attacks, it's difficult to catch the raids as they occur. Many have gotten through unopposed.

The captain is smart enough to make sure that there is profit in worrying about the wellbeing of the city and its people; he's offered payment for healers and builders as well as the usual bounties. [It's not an approach Racter's seen before, but he can see the reasoning behind it easily enough. Busy hands and minds are less prone to panic, and what good is satisfying martial pride at the expense of the place you purport to protect?]

Myself, I've been primarily involved in the fighting. Rather, my creations do the real work. I simply give instructions and try to stay out of their way! With... [he gestures at the damaged prosthetic] mixed results. At my age and condition, it's best not to engage directly.

You'll find plenty to do if you intend to contribute - it isn't all combat. Unless you happen to be so inclined?

[She certainly didn't look the type, but who was he to assume?]