Crom stared off into the distance for a moment as the boy asked the question. His pale blue eyes scanned the mountaintops aimlessly. There was no point in hiding it. He had been a knight, and had fought in two wars, he had certainly seen his share of death, and had been the cause for a fair amount of it. He looked down at the weapon on his hip. It had been his closest friend through many conflicts, and had saved his life more times than he could count. He wasn't particularly proud of all the killing he had done, but it didn't weigh too heavily on his conscience. He had simply done what he had to do. After a moment he replied. "Aye, lad. I've done my share of killing. It's a soldier's profession, after all." The soldiers voice was as solid as ever, but without the warmth that had emanated from it in the tavern earlier. Killing was serious business, far more so than drinking, and he had no intent of glorifying it. The soldier continued walking, keeping in stride with the other members of the party. He looked around, pondering Adrian's question. Clearly the boy had never killed anyone. It seemed doubtful that Johnathon had either. Griff seemed as though he had seen the darker side of the world, Crom expected that he had likely taken a few lives, and the newcomer, Soah, had a certain air about him. Crom had very little doubt that he was familiar with killing.