Krem laughs again, this time a bit hardier. "Fair enough," he acquiesces. She is right, and as someone who does drink to just get hammered like that sometimes when he's not the one anywhere near watch or the Chargers win a good ass fight, he can admit that. "Always try to forget it's made with mushrooms." See, this is why he likes wine best!
He grins, though. He'll start trouble quick enough when he's getting paid to do it, but the Inquisition isn't likely to pay him to stir up shit around Kirkwall's city guard, so she doesn't need to know that. "Cremisius Aclassi," he returns, though he has definitely already filed her name away as Sarge, because working with the Chargers for so long has made him practically allergic to referring to anyone by their actual names. "I go by Krem, though." Less of a mouthful, and less Tevinter-sounding. "And thanks." He leans against the table. "So how's the guard? Seems like they can't possibly pay you enough for the shit that goes on in this city."
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He grins, though. He'll start trouble quick enough when he's getting paid to do it, but the Inquisition isn't likely to pay him to stir up shit around Kirkwall's city guard, so she doesn't need to know that. "Cremisius Aclassi," he returns, though he has definitely already filed her name away as Sarge, because working with the Chargers for so long has made him practically allergic to referring to anyone by their actual names. "I go by Krem, though." Less of a mouthful, and less Tevinter-sounding. "And thanks." He leans against the table. "So how's the guard? Seems like they can't possibly pay you enough for the shit that goes on in this city."