Beware the words of this coward and thief.

This man who claims to do good for this city.

After condemning a man he had chosen himself to help rescue a group of shield dwarves from their duergar enemies, for apparently raising a goblin zombie (which was quickly destroyed), he left our already under-manned group at the very gates of the duergar mines we intended to invade. Extremely out-numbered, we fought hard against the grays. All the while, Karlston Brass followed invisibly, summoning demons he set upon us, and stealing the very hard-earned spoils of war from right under our noses. The brave Ordinant Kepler Szul can attest to all of this. If this Garry is indeed a necromancer, it is unfortunate. All I know is that he fought bravely alongside me against overwhelming odds, and Tempus favored us that day.

Beware the words of silver tongues who have no honor and cower from battle. I live my life as my patron Tempus preaches. Can Brass say the same?

-Frank Dederich, Headmaster of the School of War