Krem looks thoughtful. His introduction into mercenary work had been, uh, not standard. Everyone in the Chargers' was, honestly. Comes with the territory of having such a non-standard boss. "Every company is different, but with most, you'll have some proving yourself to do."

Probably not many out there would take someone so young—or at least, not many of the more professional outfits that Krem would prefer the goofy kid fall in with even after just this one short conversation. Maker, the Chief's bleeding heart must be rubbing off on him. Terrible. (That's his story and he's sticking to it.)

"You're in a good spot for it, though. Concentrate on making an impression in the Inquisition. Earning some decent recommendations from an organization like this should make it easy enough to get your foot in the door with a good company."

He looks over the kid again, curiously. He's a far cry from Ben-Hassrath, but Krem is still pretty observant. And a decent enough judge of character if he does say so himself. Kid looks scrappy, which is a good trait for someone who wants to fight for a living. Obviously very idealistic, though, which could easily do him more harm than good out there. "What can you do?"