[@TheDarkTemplar]An elf enters the tavern dressed in the armaments of the Order, noticing Knight-Captian Evelyn Karl quickly walks over and salutes,"Templar Karl ShadowThorn at your service ma'm." Karl returns to a more normal posture, thinking to himself about the fight he had managed to escape. Sorrow, regret, and anger towards himself filled his mind, he hated that he had to run and leave his brothers and sisters in arms to die.

Karl found a nearby seat and sat down pulling out his long sword he began to clean the blade, so many thoughts rushed through his head many of them about his friends he had left to die. So many good soldiers dead or dying and he had run, he had run like a coward. He thought to himself that next time he would not run, next time he would stand and fight till he had nothing left to use to fight with, he would fight till he lay dead on the ground.