Codex of Loth Halfbreed’s hanse

We’re chained dogs in russet rags, forced to stare into the manors of the rich and rot with jealousy. We toil in their fields for a few pathetic crowns. We’ve not even got a great war, no great tragedies. Our great war is fought against ourselves. Our great tragedy is our banal existence. Our elders raised us to believe one day we will throw off our weighty burden. But that shall never happen. Slowly we have come to realize this. And that has us rip-roaring with rage.

Loth’s hanse gives those who join something in return. It shows them that without pain, without sacrifice, the hanse would achieve nothing! That by joining its ranks, they will get what they have always desired!

But to grasp this, they must be ready to fight for their lives. Because when you come here for the first time, you must fight.