Redtail Rise burn like a fire inside

There were many useful skills that the Vikings, Dagrun in particular, also a bastard like him. It made sense that out of the numerous men and women that Mercury could grow close to, it was the burly bear of a Berserker. Mercury did not keep this at bay with the intention of being secretive, but simply because being a Warden would show case these things well enough, should it come to a battle. He had much to do, of course, having to actually earn the trade and bear it in title as well as skill — same went for Outrider and Naturalist, but he intended to focus upon one at a time, and from Reek's admittance it was something they were sorely in need of, speaking as he did of putting Mercury right on the front lines, not that the DiSarinno would shy away from such a thing. It was a sure fire way to prove himself, and he would rise to it, should he have been accepted.

“I would expect no less,” Ragnar had not tolerated idleness, nor insubordination, and these beliefs and teachings were something that Mercury would carry with him for likely as long as he drew breath. Despite being a bastard son, there was some usefulness to what the platinum colored Viking had taught him; though it was Dagrun that had taught him discipline. “My name is Mercury.” The skylark introduced, sheepishly, hoping that his failure to outright introduce himself to begin with did not bode ill for him.