Hm. Whatever the man's prior occupation, it doesn't really matter. His skills speak for themselves.

"You don't strike me as much of a soldier." Piotr taps tented fingers against his lips. "I'd be a fool to turn down a willing body, but I think you'd be more useful off the battlefield."

He glances toward the tent flap, at the sliver of the white flurries outside. "Our food stores are enough -- for now -- but the villagers can only offer so much and still have enough left for themselves. And we seem to be accumulating more of your lot, at what rate I cannot predict. I think you'd serve much better as a trapper."