He grinned as he took a seat, and frowned, suddenly realizing who he was talking to. "Oh, you must be Major Larrin. Wasn't being disrespectful to magic, but I come from a place where it was lost, so it is a bit weird watching a shoulder get repaired in a few minutes with what would have taken a full staffed hospital several hours to possibly save. Considering a white dragon had just savaged my shoulder, I would know."<br/><br/>He reached into his bag on his back, and tossed a copy of the stack of papers he had filled out during his reconning the day before. "That is what your Captain saw me making. I was doing basic security testing on your factory area, and quite frankly sir, your people failed hard. I spent the entire day walking around as a first left tenant, and only one person thought to ask what the hell I was doing. Sorry for the language."<br/><br/>He took a sip and rolled his shoulders, relaxing a bit. "Frankly sir, your situation here is a bit of a mess. You have what back home would be referred as to early to mid twentieth century tech, though I didn't see any air or armored vehicles, but that stuff would likely be made out in a more secure area. What I did see was the basic stuff that would keep your army supplied and moving. The sort of stuff to get hit to slow or outright stop a rampaging enemy army.<br/><br/>I am from a world that got further, and was called here. I am still of two minds if I want to join up with you, or help out the people that supposedly summoned me.<br/><br/>Back home, I was a technical sergeant for an air division of the armed forces, which is about half way up the enlisted forces. I handled entire squads, and would have started training to handle entire platoons with officer oversight had an injury not forced me to be mustered out."