Lore
Those born into the House of Iron are raised from the cradle to be dependable workers, fit to staff the House's countless holdings. A few rare firebrands and layabouts look at this life of honest drudgery and, horrified, ask the simple question: "why work hard, when you can have fun taking the fruits of others' labour instead?" Rook and his lads are a small posse of those rare few. They fled the mine in which they all worked when they were little more than juves, and have been clawing their way up the local gang hierarchy ever since. Recently, though, life has been getting stale. Rook reckons that what they really need is another big break...