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WHO: Krem and anyone that happens along.
WHAT: Krem is growing fidgety between missions and helping the repair effort, while Bull is out and about doing Important Inquisition Things
WHEN: Any time after the training ring is set up
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Nothing in particular except it's a Krem and he's making a little bit of a spectacle of himself.

If there was one thing Krem was good at, it was winding himself up. While he and the Chargers had their missions, more often than not, he was around Skyhold, and he could almost feel himself atrophying.

The training ring had been set up almost immediately by Commander Cullen's forces, but for the moment, it was empty. Off on assignment, or else occupied elsewhere, this meant that there wasn't much by way of distraction when the bored, slightly agitated Charger when he rounded the posts marking the border of it. He had stripped off his armor except for his leathers, mail, and chestplate, leaving his arms exposed to the air He had his maul in hands wrapped with soft leather, and he seemed to be doing warmup maneuvers with it.

Over time though, it got more complex. Strikes turned into flowing stances, booted feet ground into the dusty dirt and kicked it up when he turned in place. It was clear why Bull valued him as a fighter, with a weapon heavier than the average human could easily wield turned into a blur around him. This was why he was a front-line fighter, how he'd kept himself alive through skirmishes, and how he kept his skills sharp on and off the battlefield.

He was faintly shining with sweat when he came to a halt, slinging his weapon over his back, heading for a bucket filled with cool water and dipping a tin cup into it that was resting on the nearby stones. Part of it was splashed on his face and rubbed through his hair as he caught his breath.

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Sam just continues to grin, and lets it drop there. He'd rather not make it awkward or weird, not with finally getting Krem to open up to him a bit. He feels tingly by that, and it's not the numbness in his leg.

"I could have told you I sucked majorly at using my fists. Wrestling? I can handle that. Knowing how to use my weight in a punch? Not so much." Sam chuckles then winces when he tries to straighten out his leg; still a ways to go. "Having a staff would have been a lot better honestly. I know how to fight with that, and yes I mean without magic. And I'll have to admit my magic was a bit lackluster in there. Setting you on fire did not sound appealing."

"I would rather avoid being set on fire, if it's all the same to you," Krem snorts, wrinkling his nose some at the idea. "There's a different between swinging your fist, and swinging your entire arm into a punch. I can show you the difference when you're not in as much pain," he offers with a grin, though whether that difference would be demonstrated on Sam himself remained to be seen.

"Obviously all the same to me. I wouldn't have put that barrier up on you for that one fireball if I thought otherwise." He grins remembering that little stunt. That had been thrilling.

Sam completely misses the way Krem grins, but he can hear the amusement in his voice. "That sounds promising. The more I know about techniques that don't require magic the better. You just never know."

"If I end up on fire I'm blaming you anyway," Krem teases, then nods some. "That's the idea at least. Should know enough to keep you and your people alive. 'specially if you do come to work under Bull with us."

"What, even if I'm not there? That sounds unfair... or you just think I'm that good to pull that off." He hums lightly at that thought, testing out his leg again. There was still a bit of pain, but he could move it now.

At the mention of Bull, Sam stops and tilts his head, a slow smile coming to his face. "So I take it that little display got you reconsidering that I would be more useful then just working forges here, huh?"

"Oh no, I still think you'd be useful there, but you'd be useful either way," Krem points out, reaching up and tousling Sam's hair roughly. "And yes. Every time I catch fire, it'll be your name I curse. 's just the way of things, now."

Sam snorts, amused, both at being told that he was useful 'either way'and Krem messing up his hair. He blushes lightly at that, not used to someone else doing that. Most of the time it's because he's too tall for someone else to do it, and just... the last time he remembered it happening was when he was still with his father and aunt.

Despite it being a bit rough Sam leans into it a bit, somewhat lost in thought. Only for a moment though, a smile quickly coming onto his face to cover up the deep thought he had been in. "Better be careful, Lieutenant. Anyone else hears you saying my name might start thinking you're doing more than just beating on me." There's a smirk on his face now, throwing back the words Krem had said to him not too long ago. He's very much aware that might earn him a good wallop

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It does get him a punch in the arm, but that's really the worst of it.

"You seem to be enjoying it," he teases and pushes off, taking the cup back to the bucket and leaving it there for others who might come along. When he comes back, he crouches and puts a hand under Sam's leg, up near the back of his knee, urging it to bend slowly with the other hand. If it could bend a few times to ninety degrees, he could at least limp his way to supper.

"Ow!" It's said with a laugh and mostly to be dramatic. It does hurt, but nothing that he cannot handle. Still he reaches up to rub it. Sam wonders for a moment how many bruises he should expect to be finding in the morning. "Hearing my name? Yeah." A chuckle there, though honestly he's not sure if that was what Krem was referring to.

Sam continues to flex his leg when Krem walks off. There is honest consideration in seeing if he should use some magic to help it along, but the thought stops when the Charger returns. At first Sam tenses, fully expecting for Krem to flip him over the fence, but when it is simply him testing his movement he relaxes.

"Still feels funny, but I can at least feel my foot. I shouldn't be falling over."

"Getting knocked around," Krem snorts at the look on Sam's face, though he figures he can surprise Sam later, coming up and saying his name. Possibly loudly. Just to see him jump.

As he stretches Sam's leg back out, Krem glances up, a brow arching up at the mage watching him as if expecting him to continue picking on him. Not really an unwarranted suspicion, but still.

"Don't walk on it 'til you're sure. Rather not have your knee unhinge on you while you're walking.

"Completely different experience." He isn't so much agreeing that he likes getting knocked around, but also not denying it. It is certainly different. "You seem to enjoy offering help with it." Half joke, half serious, Krem definitely had a smirk on his face whenever he put Sam on the ground.

"I already have a natural talent in falling into things. Not having my knee unhinge would be most helpful." He gives a huff, leaning back on the fence a bit, waiting to get some more feeling in his leg. Last thing he needed was to go face first into the stairs.

"Have to offer some kind of incentive if you're going to let me keep doing it." Krem grins up at him, rubbing his fingers down the back of Sam's knee then standing up and offering a hand to help him stand and test how much weight he can put on the leg now. In any case, he did want to help Sam get a little better at his physical combat. It would be quite important, if he ever actually did take him up on joining up with the Chargers. Bull wouldn't accept someone that couldn't carry their own weight, on the battlefield or off.

Taking the offered hand, Sam pulls himself up, teetering ever so slightly on the injured leg before balancing out "Thanks." After just testing how much weight his leg could take, Sam walks in a small circle. There's still a limp to his step, but he doesn't feel like he's about to fall over.

"So is the incentive... getting my ass kicked more in exchange for lessons?" He smiles, honestly curious. He never shied away from getting dirty or a bit roughed up if it meant he would get better.

"And getting patched up by the one putting you on the ground every few minutes. I could leave you to tend to your own, but that's just rude." Krem steps back to give him space to test his leg, hands on his hips. "See, your leg isn't about to fall off."

"If it was about to fall off I don't think I would be taking this as calmly as I am. Probably a lot more screaming. And bleeding." He makes a face at that though there's still an amused grin on his face.

Stopping in testing out his leg, Sam turns to face Krem, tilting his head curiously. "So you plan on patching me up every time I get hurt?" Ah, so Krem wasn't aware. Guess that made sense since the Charger hadn't known he was a Mage in the first place. He supposed he could play along with that since it was an inviting idea. "That is good incentive."

"Every time I'm the one leaving the injuries at least," Krem replies, head at a tilt and smirk on his face. "Unless you object to the training method I use with the rest of the men."

He might not be aware of Sam's being a healer, but it wouldn't stop him continuing this if Sam didn't outright tell him he didn't want to anymore. Which, honestly, he was kind of expecting at some point.

"Oh, no. Just making sure I wasn't unique and getting special treatment is all." Which he obviously wasn't. A bit sad by that, but considering that Krem was going to personally train him was definitely a plus. How many people could say that?

"When should I expect the next lesson?"

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About half of their company actually, but it still wasn't anything to sneeze at.

"Could toss you at Dalish, but she's spent more time outside Skyhold with the scouts lately. Besides being in denial about being a mage, anyway. Don't...tell her I said that. But whenever you feel up to it, just come see me at the tavern. 's better than sitting around the entire time until we're deployed, at least."

In denial about being a mage? How-? Sam gives Krem a look at that, but doesn't push it. He supposes he'll meet Dalish - there was a Dalish elf in their company? - when she shows up at some point. Ah, so he wouldn't necessarily be working with Krem all the time. It made... sense.

"Well I guess I'll do that as often as I can. Wouldn't want you to get bored now would we?"

The look that Sam gives him just makes Krem shrug. "It's complicated. Something about being an apostate in a clan that already has too many mages. I didn't ask for the details.

"Anyway, she'd be able to at least help you with herbs and the kind of practical magic she uses when she's fighting without just slinging fire or whatever else. I can at least help you work on guarding yourself in case someone a lot less friendly than me comes at you with a warhammer."

Practical magic and herbs. Even though he's already learned or learning about such things from other, it might be a bit different getting taught by someone who was out on the field a lot. That could server useful.

At the comment about guarding, Sam gives a snort. "You can actually guard against something like that?" Dodging and evading he could understand. Guarding? Even with his barrier, Sam knew there would be serious injuries if he got hit with such a thing. "Am I to learn about defending against other weapons from others then?"

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