As Carn arrived at the Plegian capital city he pulled on his headband once more to protect his forehead from damage. Of course he was wearing his usual ragged myrmidon outfit but beyond that he looked no different from any ordinary beggar with a sword and or a low keep mercenary. The guards let him into the small city without much trouble on his part be these demon worshipping bastards would like Carn to give him a good fight if he had given them the chance to. However something, he wasn't sure what, seemed to be egging him like the sense of there being a fight or something nearby. The sort of feeling that Red Fist beat into his thick Feroxi brain as a young lad. And that made him want to get out of this city immediately but his eyes spotted nothing in the immediate vicinity...so then that's how this was going to be hm? If that must be so than he would take his position near the gates until either something blew up in his face or something tried to kill him. Or if he killed them and he made a quick escape either or he didn't intend to die in this hellish sand pit that these demon worshipping fucks decided to live in. [B]"My senses never lied to me before. Why would they now? Better wait for a bit rather than risk a reprisal from someone or look suspicious."[/B] Carn thought aloud as he went into a nearby stable and put his old horse friend into it so that he could rest.