“We do not hold false pretense,
the only pride we have is sealed
within our written contract,
for us all a golden compact!

I care not for sister fallen,
petty vengeance does not move us,
it just means a bigger share for me!
A pity she was quite dear to me.

No lofty dream us dismay,
the only words to stop our blades,
orders from our shining king,
piled six miles high!

Our deep desire,
the purest one there is!
liberation bought by fairest coin;
And piss on all the rest!”

Song of the Sellsword