There's an amused snort at that, and there's a slight delay in response as she takes another sip. "Isn't that the truth. Many here have tried to keep up before, but I can tell you now that those who have been able to keep up are very few in number. Avvar come closest; they're fucking huge, for humans."

There's a sad smile at mention of the Avvar, something she'd rather not explain so she moves on. "Eh, I wouldn't call mercenary life 'fancy', not by any stretch. Most of it's long, boring doubts of travel and then battle at the end of it. Well. Sometimes there isn't any actual fighting, but that's rare."