Carn was still sitting on the bench when a sudden ruckus erupted around him. He immediately pulled out his sword and stood up looking around for immediate danger. A woman ran up to him and was breathing heavily, "Are you a Shepard!? Please help us! There is a robbery going on." the woman begged him as Carn's face twisted in reluctance. On one hand he hated thieves. On the other he never denied a call for help from an innocent person who genuinely needed his help. [B]"I'm not a Shepard but I will help you because I must."[/B] Carn said plainly which were words he never used often. Because he must? Heh that was laughable he didn't need to do anything. Red Fist never did shit without someone paying him to do so. Carn was much more compassionate than people gave him credit for and Red Fist did his best to help Carn get rid of it. But he only succeeded in a technical sense. Carn ran alongside the woman until the reached an inn where a group of guards surrounded the place. Carn looked at the woman and frowned and then turned to the guard, [b]"Guards excuse me I'm a mercenary for The Silver Hawk Company and I'm here to get rid of the thieves inside of the building."[/b] Carn said plainly to one of them who shrugged and told him to go ahead. 

There's four of them and it's his funeral for going in there but really...what were four bandits to him? He entered the building and saw two hostages along with the criminals. Two barbarians it looked like and the others were mercenaries. The barbarian one the left stupidly charged him in an attempt to surprise him and immediately got a sword through the lung for his trouble and somehow regained enough strength for another swing but Carn dodged handily and was finished off with a quick slash. [B]"I believe that this is the part when you say some stupid line about not giving up. I recommend doing the exact opposite before I disembowel your livers and feed them to you then disembowel your stomachs."[/B] Carn replied with a down right disturbing calm as if he had done the exact same thing many more times than he should have. In truth Carn had...but only in the battlefield and never in this situation. His group rarely went into town. Carn's enemies demanded to know who the hell he thought he was and he responded with a simple, [b]"Me? I'm death walking with an iron sword."[/b] Carn replied with pure malice in his voice as he was so easily trained to do. Being from the West Khanite from the time he was little he knew had to naturally act like this. One of the last two, mercenaries by the looks of them, straight out gave up which made him happy he didn't need to waste his energy on killing him. The other carefully approached him and stabbed at him but was parried and Carn quickly slashed back at him twice but was blocked both times and then was hit by the enemy's weapon but just barely. "Ha you're not as good as you think punk!" the other barbarian moved to hit him only for Carn to dodge out of the in a roll and block the next blow with his sword quickly then pushed the mercenary back with a quick kick to the gut and tackled the barbarian who was able to keep from falling back and grabbed Carn. Damn he hated these types of bastards! They always had so much bulk behind them that physical attacks were like a child's poke. However....playing dirty was in Carn's area of expertise as he kicked the man in his private area and dodged as the mercenary recovered and accidently killed his friend with a quick stroke of his blade. Carn wasted no time and killed the man with a brutally precise stroke to the throat. [B]"They almost got me."[/b] Carn replied plainly as he breathed in calmly. A nice work out this was but it was nothing to hard for him it seemed. One of the hostages got up and asked about the cut on his arm and he brushed it off as a flesh wound. Leaning down he felt the pain but he ignored it and cut off some of the cloth from the mercenary's clothes. He quickly wrapped it around him and looted the man's body for coin. That would be his reward for this mess...as Carn left through the front door he told the guards to do their jobs next to before walking away to somewhere more quiet. He had no interest in thanks from peasants....