"Shit! Those damn noble pigs! They should all be caught by the Judgement Knights and hung up on the street for a good whipping!"
Old John bared his teeth, rolling up his sleeve to look at the bloody whip marks on his arm, his face full of anger.
His hair was a tangled mess, seemingly unwashed for ages, giving off a rancid smell. His sunburned skin was etched with deep wrinkles, making it hard to believe he wasn't even thirty-five.
He hobbled down the street, cursing as he went.
Suddenly, a squad of well-equipped knights rode their splendid horses proudly down the street, scaring Old John enough to tumble aside in a hurry.
These knights pledged to the nobles were the most unreasonable sort, and if one couldn't dodge in time, a freeman like him would die without anyone caring.
The dust kicked up, making him cough several times, his face and hair covered in grime. The whip marks on his body seemed to have split open wider, making him wince in pain.
"Shit! It's all shit!"
