There was once an old proverb. Better a Mongrel in the days of peace than a Man in days of turbulence.
The streets of Ost Forod are ruled by face, fate and favour the old codes still abide here, a different tongue but the same values I once held, I may hold yet again. Such rules flow from my hands to the tongues and fists of my soldiers who seek to benefit from one of the three.
Many a ragged and broken individual found themselves to these cobbled stones. Bereft of food, drink, home - some simply with little else to go even the Alleys of Bree and beyond holding little in the way of small comforts to them.
Polished and brought anew by reinvented purpose; false braggarts and blackguards through at a time stealing what little they possess from those who possess as meager or even fewer than they, why? The ease of it and the desperation.
Such a long time to be kept and kicked in the dirt, even those with a few coppers more seem but miles apart in stance and stature such dark thoughts can turn a person to do terrible things, fueled only by the ignoring masses. Those who wander by; offer a kind word of encouragement as if it alone would be enough to sustain them, a copper or two in order to make themselves have an interesting tale at the Taverns of how they did a good deed. Not seeing the irony; those upstanding folk so swift to condemn a man or woman or child even to the bars, the gallows or the hang mans rope for taking what they need to survive another sunrise; and on the other hand telling them it will but get better with naught but positive thought.
Stupid.
No, those who walk the streets and know the rules by which are laid bare. Find new purpose and point; Why steal from one another the little we have when there are many out there with far more. After all for years have most rested and slid along in comfort and care perhaps to they the offer of turned tables may sweeten a deal. Take what is owed all of us. Why work so late in life an honest weeks worth, when a dishonest day is so much more profitable.
Hm, I muse as I write these thoughts; why should those who so suffer, do so longer than needed, and why should those who not, not know the joy they have missed out on?
To these ends, intresting times lay ahead of us.
