Soren remembered that Machos had caught the person, but had pity on him.
Stealing in the league of towns was practically a death sentence.
The peace was usually enforced by the people.
And they did it by jungle justice.
Instead of death, Machos optioned for the person to be exiled from the town.
But the idiot returned. And this time around, the person's home he tried to rob was Machos'—Soren's home.
Soren remembered that machos practically defended with his life.
But fate had been unfair, and that event had resulted to machos losing a leg.
When Soren added him why he had spared the thief in the first place, Machos replied.
"Survival makes the worst of us all. And if they is a worse, then they is a best."
Soren sighed.
No doubt, he had subconsciously taken certain attributes from the old man.
But this world.
This place.
This people.
The rules they operated by was different.
It was savage.
Soren ran a hand through his head.
