Karl

Can't sleep well no matter how much drink I put in me.

I'm no one special, just a miner who swings a pickaxe for his drinking money.

Beitild thinks I drink on the job. Well, what does it matter if I do? Huh?

Uh, yes ma'am.

Pride of the what? This isn't the Legion, boss. We're miners, not soldiers.

Drafted into a war, how could my life get worse?

We're at war with Leigelf? Isn't he your husband?