Khar just wanted to object that his fighting style was not really Li Lian when the whole spectacle began. [color=red]"How can one be so weak that he can't even walk in here. A shame to call that man a knight."[/color], were the words Khar choose. He hated weakness, and that was just a example of it. Many of the knights were weak in his opinion.
There were of course many he quite liked. The Admiral for example or the wanderer. Quill however was for Khar a jester and not a knight.
That however was beside the point. The one who carried Lao Xijer inside was a weird looking fellow. Khar knew plenty of beast kin, but none looked like the slothman. When the Grandmaster offered him a reward Khar quenched his fist. He did not think that was justified. When he heard what the slothman wanted he had to speak. [color=red]"Do you think that is how you become a knight? Just carrying some weakling through this door? Being a knight means being one of the strongest fighters in the world!"[/color], he looked at Lao, [color=red]"Or I thought it did."[/color]