Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-5543592-20190208235627

Cade wandered around the camp, trying to locate that Mizibir.

The scene with the children going to get the stew, and the lady chasing one for grabbing too much, brought back memories to Cade. Food had been served up the same way to squires in the abbey, had been punished the same way too. Beatings with a stick were common and effective. Many of Cade's fellow squires had been orphans, although a few had been like him-- third sons passed off to the church. As a result of Cade's heritage and potential he'd always been given a little bit more than the other kids. They'd disliked him for it, despite it being something he had no control over. That had always bothered Cade, the unfairness of it.

Cade, despite how alien this culture was to him, could appreciate it. These people must've felt safe, cloistered together, and they seemed happy with their lot. Taking only what they needed and sharing it amongst themselves, having no real concept of wealth or ownership. It was a good existence. They were not evil because they broke Cade's laws, they had their own code that they lived by, their own law. It too needed to be protected. Justice was not exclusive.