Karlan is going to have high expectations - Silverash himself was present to ensure negotiations went well, though he seemed to have other, more pressing business to attend. The contract was fairly simple; a portion of your profits go to Karlan Trade Company until the contract expires or you buy out the remaining period. You'll also do your best to be available with some notice should Karlan need some additional force to protect their interests.
You hope that you haven't stuck your fingers in too deep. The man was charismatic, but something about his look was intimidating, and as cold as the mountains where he makes his home. Hopefully the work doesn't actually involve freezing your ass off that often, but knowing your luck, the weather will come to you.
You're struck by a bit of early-morning nostalgia as you glance about your sleeping quarters to locate what you need for the day. You've all decided to travel this path together. When you look at your old belongings, you feel. . .
A. Old, smoldering anger and sadness. You and the others may have come from different backgrounds, but a tragedy left a deep mark in all your lives that simply won't go away.
B. Contentment and the joy of friendship. Your coworkers have been by your side for ages; you've known one another for a very long time, perhaps even from childhood in some cases.
C. Determination to pursue your ideals. They remind you every day of why you sweat and bleed in the midst of conflict; this mercenary company is simply a means to the end of changing the world.
D. Not much. You're here because you work well together and have skillsets that are complimentary. It's a joint commercial venture, nothing more.