The Silver Hawk Mercenary Carn
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As Carn entered through the gate of the city of Ylisstol and looked around the city. This place made him feel ill almost immediately. The savior of the land Chrom had once been here as exalt as well as her sickeningly sweet sister. In Regna Ferox he was taught that power was everything. The sickening notion of friendship ran through the blood of the Hero King's bloodline. What was friendship in a world of warriors? What were warriors of old to this old fool? He respect Ike more than Marth as Ike was never afraid to use his sword when he had to or at least that's what he heard. He was hearing rumors about the slow decay of this nation as well...was peace finally becoming stagnant and polluting this place? Maybe or maybe not. The young man known as Carn could not care either way. [b]"This place has many good people in it though...so I suppose I shouldn't wish for it's demise so soon."[/b] Carn said to himself when a guard told him to move along. He grunted and did as he was told but he didn't like being ordered around by the local guard. He had killed better men without a thought. His time with Red Fist had taught him one thing though: All men need to earn their worth and that was why he was stopping here before moving to the even more repugnant ransacked area known as Plegia. Carn walked down the path keeping his sword within easy reaching distance and he stopped by a merchant stall buying some water and more supplies, meat especially, from a nearby stand exchanging his silver coins in exchange for the supplies. Eventually after sometime he eventually found himself sitting down on a nearby bench in the middle of a busy sidewalk.