Gott mit uns?

[sandsofhell]

WHO: Martin and Cullen
WHAT: Martin is getting an official job, not everyone is going to like it.
WHEN: 15th of Wintersbreath
WHERE: Cullen's office, training field
NOTES: Getting things setup? IDK

Perhaps he was starting to feel like he wasn't being as helpful as he could be; for the most part he's just busied himself with learning more about this strange world that he's found himself in and joining in the odd expedition outside of Skyhold. But lately Walker has taken to looking at, and silently judging, the recruits.

Maybe it was just out of habit, but the way they marched, the way some seemed to show little respect for their officers, and how little instructors there seemed to be, bugged him. After chewing it over in his mind for a bit, he decided that perhaps he could help out with that.

So now he found himself in front of the Inquisition Commander's door, knocking on it in a respectful manner before taking a step back.

Comments

I'm no better ;;

[sandsofhell]

"Training, discipline, helping you to make soldiers out of farmers." That sort of thing. He's no Von Steuben or Pulaski. But he could probably cobble together something. Training foreign forces isn't anything new, per say. He's just usually more used to fighting alongside those trained foreigners instead of...training them.

[perseverances]

"You're a soldier, then." He responds at first, looking at Martin directly. He had that look about him, definitely not someone you'd find tending a field or livestock.

"The Inquisition had many a hand that need to be trained. And they will not trust exactly everyone." There is a reason you don't find Knight-Enchanters training alongside the soldiers or the like. Superstition. He's heard many of the recruits don't exactly rust a lot of the Rifters, and for good reason. "I'd recommend training with them first, to build up a rapport with them. But I am willing to accept your help."