"Of course I'll be joining you Captain, and thank you." Karl does a back flip off the wall landing out side the fort running off into the woods Karl rides up to the front gate sitting upon a majestic full grown male Elk. Joining the formation as the others leave the fort, Karl trails slightly behind the others, having created an eyepatch that now covers his left eye. Many thoughts race through his head, but only one of them stays,"Why is my eye still red?" Then an idea formed,"I know why its red. It's a reminder of how I snapped back in the dream. That's the only explanation, it can't be demonic or the priests in the fort would have felt it." Catching up with the others Karl ends up next to Kaathe, looking over at the dark elf Karl gets an idea,"Hey Kaathe, how about you and me have a little friendly challenge. I bet that I'll kill more Kest than you can. Mostly because you're just a backstabbing Dark Elf, but other than that it's just because I am more inclined to be in the front line." Karl's challenge was set, this was not jut a challenge of skill but also one of pride and honor for one's race. The Wood Elves are a proud race, and Karl was a shining example of a not just a Templar but also that of a Wood Elven ranger.