"I lead the front line," Krem sticks his bread in one of the two bowls of stew on the table, dragging it over in front of himself. "Usually with something two-handed," (he means the giant fuck-off boulder strapped to a stick that he calls a maul), "sometimes a sword and shield if we're defending. But..." he waves a hand back and forth, as if to shoo the notion away. The one not currently holding onto stew-soaked bread, thankfully. "Chargers mostly act as shock troops or skirmishers instead."

Because frankly, if someone is hiring them for bodyguard duty it is because they want the massive Qunari giant to lurk behind them being intimidating, not the regular-sized Vint.

A good-natured grimace crosses his face, then. "And I do all the paperwork." Very important for a Mercenary Company interested in actually getting paid, but it's, uh, not Bull's thing. Even before they joined the Inquisition and they started working independently of him so often, so surely that counts as a specialization. "If you can read and write that might help your case, too." They teach mages to do that down here too, he's assuming.