[i]Great moving already, I thought I would at-least be able to clean my other sword.[/i]thinking to himself Karl sheaths his long sword and exits the tavern. Looking around Karl realizing that he would have to  ride a horse which he did not prefer, although he didn't hate horses he did not like riding them. Watching so many other more important looking soldiers made Karl feel dam near insignificant.But he knew that everyone had their place in the order, and his was one of the more basic roles.

Karl starts helping prepare the wounded for transport, while helping someone onto a horse he notices a bear hugging people, Karl walks over to the bear tapping the bear's shoulder to get it's attention."Umm could you stop hugging people for a moment and go find your master so we can get going as soon as possible."