Karl never attended the funeral, he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. He didn't say a word when they moved out, he hadn't said a word since after the funeral, there was nothing to say, nothing to do. He had thought about joining Argus in his drunkenness, but he decided against it. The city reminded him of his past, living in a human orphanage, with human caretakers, and the event that changed his life. He never went into the palace or castle or whatever it was called, he stayed with the mounts and equipment outside, when whatever the Knight Captain finished whatever it was she had gone to, Karl left to his own devises, he wandered the town finding himself in the slums he found a bar and entered, sitting himself in the farthest corner of room. This allowed him to scan the room and kept him from getting stabbed in the back. His mind was a mess of memories and emotions, his hands where gripped around a mug of ale, and his eye watched the room taking it all in.