Karl.

The mayor's duplicity is too much for you to take lying down. The man tricked and lied to you, and worse yet, tried to get you to kill a (seemingly) innocent man over a debt repayment, which for all intents and purposes, seems to be legitimate. The almost certain deaths of the Barrowden guards when the Magpies come to collect their debt do weigh on your heart, but perhaps there's a way for you to stop them from perishing. You also hope that Krenvich's **** can be stopped, though you wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Karl's gaze never leaves your pretty face, his eyes boring into you. It's clear that he's trying to figure out your choice beforehand... Or figure out if you're going to lie to him. You return his gaze without a hint of fear, Your pretty nose wrinkles in a show of annoyance. "I'll join you Karl. As long as you promise to keep deaths to a minimum, and to not disturb the townsfolk. They are innocent here." The man regards you cooly, then turns away from you.
"I'll do my utmost to prevent as much **** as I can. But I make no promises." The mercenary leader speaks over his shoulder, both of his hands held behind his back. You purse your lips slightly. That doesn't sound too encouraging...

Suddenly, a dark skinned man bursts through the tent. You blink in surprise. You've never seen anyone with such a complexion before."S-Sir! We've controlled the flames and-" His accent is thick and foreign. The accent seems to overemphasize the 'D' sounds in words, and replace 't' noises with them. Most 'h' sounds are completely ignored. He suddenly catches sight of you and gasps, fumbling for a weapon.
"Calm yourself Firewater. This is..." He turns to you, frowning.
"Eleanor Rosewood. Paladin of Lucretia." You state.
"Yes, Eleanor. And she's our ally now. For this mission at least." Firewater stares at you, slowly lowering a mean looking kukri. You feel his deep brown eyes staring at you, gazing as if looking into your very soul. You cough politely. "Stop staring you idiot. Continue." Karl barks, scowling at the man. Firewater blinks suddenly, and stands to attention.
"Y-Yes sir. We put the fire out. It's burned down two of our tents completely, and Dancingtide was burnt badly. He was sleeping in one of the tents when the fire started." The dark skinned male looks quite downcast at this. You briefly wonder if the two are close. Their similar sounding names seems to suggest it... Karl clicks his tongue in an annoyed fashion, and looks accusingly at you. You return his look with a scowl of your own. "If only we hadn't lost Darvick on our last hunt." The mercenary leader growls. "He was our only druid."

Your heart goes out to this burned man, his injuries are a result of your actions.