Against the King who stole from us, orphaned us, and broke the back of our land with his wars and his demands. Against his men, who turned us from shelter and left us to die - when they didn't simply kill us themselves. Against the noblemen who cheated us and cast us from our homes to the streets - and then from the streets to the wild, to fend for ourselves against monsters while the soldiers laughed.

The army exists to gather gold and glory for the King, not to serve the people. We must serve ourselves or die.