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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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"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?"