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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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Thank for not pointing out what a noob she is, Krem, she appreciates it. She hesitates, trying to gather up enough of her sensibilities to try to speak without sounding like a total fool. If she hasn't already lost that battle, at least. She ducks her head at him, a sheepish smile on her face.

"I can imagine. You must have been in a lot of battles, then...? As a mercenary, I mean. I've never really gotten to meet one before." At least, one that isn't trying to kill her. She'll keep that part to herself, as Krem has shown little inclination to join that group.

"Didn't see much fighting until after joining up with Bull, now I've got about as much as I can stand, 'specially just lately." Krem leans on his maul, giving her an appraising look. Nah, not really someone that would care to join him for practice, he was fairly certain. Nice to look at though, pleasant enough to talk to. "D'you come in with that little band calling themselves Ashara? Seems their group's growing more by the day."

"I've seen fighting before this, but this is...different. Not just bandits and rogue templars, or bears that wandered too close to camp." The Dalish were born fighting, living a life full of hazards that wanted them dead. They survived because they fought. However, fighting against Krem would be a poor idea. Either he'd wind up with an arrow sticking out of him, or Beleth would get something crushed. Neither sounded like a winning plan.

"Ah--Yeah. I'm, ah. Ashara. Beleth Ashara, actually." He hadn't asked for her name but she was giving it to him anyway, because she was just a smooth operator like that. "I know Gavin was here first, but...The rest of us are here, now. I don't think more will come. There's only one other person who'd want to come, but the Keeper probably wouldn't allow it." She paused, rubbing the back of her neck. That was...too much information, and if she didn't explain, it'd be rude. "Um. My twin brother. He's our Second. Pel's our First, so. He's the back up." Now she was pretty sure she was just rambling.

"Good to meet you, Beleth," Krem replied with a nod, pulling the maul back up and slinging it across his back, hands coming to rest on his hips as he thought a moment. "Actually had the pleasure of meeting Pel before. Sparred a little with Gavin, as well. Not bad, little jumpy to be using a sword though. Hopefully he doesn't run himself through by accident."

Listening to Beleth talking, Krem headed to the edge of the ring and leaned against the fencing, arms crossed. "Seems like keeping someone important to the clan home's in your best interests," he replied with a small shrug. "Can't all be impromptu ambassadors for the Dalish."

"You sparred with Gavin--?" Her brows knit in worry, and a bit of consternation. "You didn't go too hard on him, did you? It's impressive enough that he didn't stab himself--" Wait, Krem probably wasn't interested in hearing about her nagging about her clanmates. Instead, she just shook her head, a wry smile on her lips. "Forgive me, apparently I still think I need to cluck after him like a fretful hen. And I'm sure that you wouldn't let him get himself hurt."

She has to nod at his next point, though. Sorrel was important. Frustratingly important. She couldn't help but wish that Pel and Sorrel had switched--Surely she was even more important. And then Sorrel would be here, complaining in her ear about all these shemlen while she tried to keep a straight face. "I'm sure he'll figure out how to get into trouble without me." She assured him, rubbing the back of her head. "Not vise versa, hopefully. I try to stay out of trouble."

"Chose not to have him keep using the sword. He did alright when we were just going through the motions, but I had him try putting it to use and he fell over his feet trying to run away." Shaking his head, Krem gives a quiet chuckle. "He's better off keeping to his ranged weapons I think. Could see someone about a crossbow for him, if there wasn't so much possibility of him putting his eye out with a bolt."