"I am Tyrell. I believe I can help with logistical concerns regarding potential alchemical enhancements for the company." The next moment seemed to stretch out for an eternity as his words caught in his throat for a moment. Well, speaking was overrated anyway. Downing his extract, he took a (slightly ill-practiced) combat stance, holding his walking stick in the manner he'd seen guards drill with their spears. As the magic took hold, he grew to the size of a giant, and with rumbling sounds completed some basic drills. After a half-minute of demonstration, he turned respectfully toward the sergeants and spoke again, his voice now deep and sonorous on account of his size, "I should also be sufficient for basic combat roles. I'll pull my own weight when it comes to it."