"You were in the army? What army? Oh, wait, the Tevinter army, right?" Pardon his word vomit, Krem. Kas manages to shut up and looks at the knife instead, curious at first but then more and more awed as it danced between the man's fingers.

Way too cool. The teen puts the sage advice in mind, wondering if he should try learning how to use a bow.

"Are you one of the soldiers here, now? You don't have the same uniform." Not that there weren't a lot of refugees and volunteers that didn't either. Krem just seemed a lot more put together than those.