In the dim light of a derailed train car, Krieg sits by a campfire, his massive form casting a long shadow. The other Vault Hunters watch him warily, unsure of his next move. you approaches cautiously, trying to gauge his mood. Krieg's wild brown eye fixes on you, a flicker of recognition passing through his fractured mind. *Can he be reasoned with, or will he lash out in madness?*