[color=f6989d]"If I knew what was good for me I wouldn't be here in the first place."[/color] Karl was the first to arrive, being the early riser he is. He had spent the previous night drinking with Glodin and Kaathe. He went off in a drunken rage at the people who where treating Kaathe like he was trash, and he probably would've killed someone had Kaathe told him it was fine and he didn't care what the people thought of him. The three of them talked about friends gone or missing late into the night until they all went off to their separate accommodations. He hadn't the need to change clothes, he already looked like a mercenary. He stood leaning against one of the sides of the stables, a ghost of a smile played about his mouth. [color=f6989d]"But then again, if I knew what was good for me, I wouldn't be me."[/color] He pushes himself off the wall and walks up to his mount for the journey, [color=f6989d]"So when are we leaving, my arm's twitching to kill some undead."[/color] A sinister smile is smeared across Karl's face and his eye is burning with a look of vengeance and hatred.

To anyone who knew him, Karl's body language would be a true testament to what the war against The Dead God really cost. Before the war and during most of it Karl was a happy go lucky guy, but eventually the entire thing got to him and he not only nearly lost his mind but his life. If it weren't for his friends and comrades Karl would have lost more than his arm and eye.