Matthias grins again at the bracing pat on the back, further encouraged toward this future goal. Sure, Krem could be having him on. But why would he? It's far more likely that this is all very genuine and a real possibility, and to reward himself, Matthias takes another big gulp of ale to wash down his bread.

That's one mug done, then. He grabs for the second, for one initial fortifying sip before turning his attention to food.

"Right, so--what is it you're specialized in, then? Mercenaries are probably good at a little bit of everything, right, all trades and the whole bit--but there's got to be something you're best at, yeah? In battle?"