As Carn sparred a young recruit came up to him and gleefully asked him if he could train him to be as agile as him at which Carn laughed at it initially telling the boy that his sort of training would leave most men crying for their moms. He explained to the young child that he learned from a barbarian berserker from places unknown. The boy insisted however and Carn handed him a wooden sword while Carn took his own from the nearby rack and he challenged the kid to a fight. The kid charged at him with a decent form but Carn immediately twisted his sword out of his hand with a quick flick of his wrist and smacked the kid full on in the face with his sword sending the kid to the ground. He whistled as a nearby cleric approached and scowled at him deeply at which Carn wanted to laugh harder at. These healers and their naga are no better than those bastard demon worshipping morons over at Plegia. Neither of them were very different they just worshipped their own set of beliefs to help them sleep at night. Carn walked away from the small group and decided to go lay down for a bit he may as well rest while he had a nice bed to use.