[B]"Well you must have quite the highly skilled warriors here, or a large amount of poor ones, to be able to casually smack your subordinate like some wench from a nowhere inn. As I said my given name is Carn when I first walked in.[/B] Carn stated hiding his annoyance at having this petty lord question him for his name once more. [B]"If you want a more substantial answer I will give you part of one. I hail from the West Khan's territory and what happened with my status there is none of your concern. I however promptly joined a mercenary group after I left my people under a man known as Red Fist. He was called that because he once beat a man to death with a broken fist after he caught a two handed sword between his hands. He was my mentor but after he woke to find himself in the wrong bed so to speak he was promptly executed. I have been a traveling sell sword ever since. I'll be honest by profession I'm as cold a killer as an animal. But in intelligence and combat expertise I am no runt. I was forged with battle hardened vets from various wars. My hands are not stained with blood they are made of the substance.. If you don't mind paying me a decent sum of money and giving me a place to sleep I suppose I have no objection in helping you Xavier. Assuming you're no self-righteous hero of glory. Those people die quickly in my line of work because they're too focused on helping everyone and not those they CAN save.[/b] Carn said calmly as he explained part of his past to the men and healer in front of him. He honestly wasn't too impressed with this upstart and he wondered if this kid's little sister would prove more impressive if not....he may have dug himself in a hole he can't climb out of. He was no Red Fist only a meager copy.