"Right," Krem replies, offering a patient little smile. Kids tended to be the same all over, it seemed. He continues to fiddle with his knife, a fidget more than anything. At the question, he shakes his head.

"Not a soldier anymore, haven't been for a few years now. At the moment I'm part of the Bull's Chargers mercenary company, lieutenant under Bull himself. We don't have much of a uniform, but we all know who we serve."