"...Ah so you've been lookin' for them bandits again eh Carn ol' chum? I know you've got somethin' personal against 'em but that ain't gonna be enough by yourself. I know you fancy yourself some sort of monster with that sword but truth is there are people better Carny boy!" The man said to Carn who sat by the simple light of the fire and listened to his old comrade berate him for his failure to actually find a steady line of work for his paycheck. A warrior with no purpose is a husk with a sword was what the Silver Hawks prided their line of work in. It proved to them they had a purpose and that purpose was to exist. Carn didn't necessarily subscribe to that sort of ideal but you grew use to shouting about it in loud banquets, or what they amounted to them, after a particularly devastating or rewarding mission. This man thought of Carn like a younger brother but Carn didn't feel the same to the point where he really couldn't recall his face. [B]"I fight where I want and where I can find work. Selling my soul for the glory of some petty nation like that pathetic and corrupt nation of Ylisse or this hogs wash of a nation known as Plegia. All worthless even my homeland, Regna Ferox, is nothing less that a bunch of boulder heads smacking each other with their swords. Valmese are to different for my tastes and If I could spit on all of them I would even if it would mean my head. In fact that loser in Ylisse who demeaned me was pathetic simpleton. I helped his people and I get arrested, I offer my services I get kicked out of the city. All while groveling and ass kissing like some sort of warmongering child. No more he would not beg to some lordling's dress and beg for their hand. Carn would do as he liked and when he wanted to do something he would. Perhaps a life of vigilantism wasn't as bad as he thought it may be..."I intend on marching to Plegia's capital soon and finding a company of soldiers to join. Only temporarily though I intend on ending this feud of my when I drench the sand in blood, my own or the enemies of mine. Red Fist taught me that a man makes his own path way with his sword in hand. Even if you have to drop your sword you beat them down with the bloody fist of yours until they fall or you do. Barbaric but practical in the sense that I would do anything to succeed in my own path to life."[/b] Carn replied to the man who shrugged and smiled at him as he swung his axe in the air and caught it repeatedly as if it were nothing. A berserker like him would be a danger to anyone but the speedy which Carn had in spades. "Well little man the capital is to the east so you better get moving soon. As for me...I'll go report that I failed to find anything worth noting. You're not cut out for my banditing line of work Carny so try and keep it clean.[/b] The man said as he walked away and Carn finished resting and then promptly galloped towards the Plegian Capital hoping to find some sort of work if not...he came here for a reason.