Looking at the deserts of Eremus he'd become an Eremi, shrouded in cloth, eating the exotic meats of lizards and scorpions, and fighting with the shiniest, often obscenely curved, metal swords he's ever seen.
“The government of Eremus, before the lands were united, had too much to deal with and not enough resources. They couldn’t concern themselves with petty disputes, the likes of which included that of stolen bread. They couldn’t afford to. This, the jury as we call it, what you just saw, is their solution.”
“That’s terrible. It’s... It’s... That boy was innocent. He just lost a hand. And you let him.”