The Reach
Ashyr slowly looked around the small cart that he was sat in.
His eyes flickered over the faces. Most of them were criminals, or at least that was what he would have marked them as if someone asked. None of them seemed particularly violent, in fact if he had to guess they were probably thieves and the likes. Men and women who had been taken in by the Rangers under the mandate of the Call.
It was a law that the Rangers had in the Reach, something they had been granted by Alliria and the various cities long ago. Any criminal could be taken into the service of the Rangers, anyone could be trained. Of course it was only if they wanted to go, but most chose a year or two in the Rangers over serving prison time of any sort.
Ashyr knew the origin of that law of course.
It had been granted during the Templar wars. "Where are we going?"
He asked, his hands scratching on the inside of the shackles around his wrist. He didn't mind being treated as a criminal, after all he had stolen that piece of bread. All of this was a bit overboard, but he thought the Rangers might be able to help him, even if none of them were really open to the idea.
"Shuttup Templar." One of the Rangers called. "You're not here to get answers.'
Ashyr scowled at the man, and then shook his head.
Old grudges were hard to push down.
Ashyr slowly looked around the small cart that he was sat in.
His eyes flickered over the faces. Most of them were criminals, or at least that was what he would have marked them as if someone asked. None of them seemed particularly violent, in fact if he had to guess they were probably thieves and the likes. Men and women who had been taken in by the Rangers under the mandate of the Call.
It was a law that the Rangers had in the Reach, something they had been granted by Alliria and the various cities long ago. Any criminal could be taken into the service of the Rangers, anyone could be trained. Of course it was only if they wanted to go, but most chose a year or two in the Rangers over serving prison time of any sort.
Ashyr knew the origin of that law of course.
It had been granted during the Templar wars. "Where are we going?"
He asked, his hands scratching on the inside of the shackles around his wrist. He didn't mind being treated as a criminal, after all he had stolen that piece of bread. All of this was a bit overboard, but he thought the Rangers might be able to help him, even if none of them were really open to the idea.
"Shuttup Templar." One of the Rangers called. "You're not here to get answers.'
Ashyr scowled at the man, and then shook his head.
Old grudges were hard to push down.