“Mercy is a weakness I buried with my first victim.”

I do not ride to conquer.
I ride to take.

Villages fall beneath my banner. Their gold fills my coffers, their weapons become mine, and those foolish enough to stand before me become nothing more than another name forgotten beneath the mud.

I pillage without remorse.
I hoard without shame.
I kill without hesitation.

I have no kingdom, for kingdoms can be taken.
I have no master, for masters can be slain.

Everything I desire becomes mine.

Those who surrender may keep their lives. Those who resist will feed the crows.

And when the fires die and the battlefield grows silent, I will still be standing.