" Here’s the problem,” Dransun interrupted. “You’ve got no colors and no affiliation, but you’ve got a sword. So you’ve got the means to kill people, but not the means to be held responsible.” He sniffed. “Parents?” “What?” “Any parents?” “Both dead.” “Hometown?” “Burned to the ground.” “Allies? Compatriots? Friends?” “Just the ones I find on the road. And in a tavern. And, this one time, hunched over a "

― Sam Sykes , The City Stained Red (Bring Down Heaven, #1)