Jack listened to Siegfried as his story of the pit went on. He sat a little from the flame than others. He waited for Siegfried to finish his story and was about to speak up until he heard another. "Hey Jack. How about you take off the helmet? Gods know you don't ever go without it. You can't be that ugly." Several men laughed at the gesture. Jack smirked. "Fine." He slowly reached for his helmet and removed it. Revealing the left half of his face to be covered in old 3rd degree burn scars. The group went silent. The man who asked spoke up. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." Everything always was kinda awkward with Jack. His reputation and dead stare made it easy. "His name was Spit Fire." Jack said. His voice would bring chills which was arrange considering they were sitting next to a fire. "The BlackIron clan hired me and a mercenary group to deal with bandits trying to steel their metal workings. It was pretty easy. Bandits were organized but still comparable to simple minded fools." Jack's eyes widened as he gazed into the campfire. "We had no idea the power their leader had. Spit Fire was an incredible fire mage. He burned my entire group alive with one blast. I was a bit farther away so I survived. He thought he killed me though so I guess I got lucky. The Clan farmers foumd me crawling back. It was too painful to walk. They treated me well." Jack sighed. "They made me this armor and it helped me savagely murder Spit Fire." Jack stood up. "I'm going to take a walk. Any care to join me for a round of awkward silence?" Another man smirked. "Sure that was your first joke ever."