Just outside the city of Restov the owner of the farm on which Hranos was raised recruited several of the stronger boys as a company of soldiers. They were equipped in the manner of Aldori sworldlords and trained to serve as a retinue of bodyguards but, in truth, they were more a show of his wealth than anything else. Hranos did not take to the sword, he was committed to a greataxe, but adjusted otherwise. The landlord aspired to be ennobled one day and saw a campaign into the Stolen Lands as a step toward that goal.
Hranos adjusted well to life in town and the comforts that it offered, particularly to those with coin to spend. If his new employer wanted to march into Issen territory so be it. Politics were not something Hranos gave any thought to. Instead, he would be a good soldier, or mercenary, as some called him. Anything was better than the doldrums of working the fields.
However, the nobles of Restov saw this private company as an affront and at best and an provocation of the Swordlords, at worst. They ordered the company to be disbanded in a humiliating public spectacle. To add insult, it was commanded that all members of this private militia be allowed to keep their arms. Their presence would remind all who saw them of the farm-owner's failed bid for nobility.
It has been almost a month since this took place and Hranos is now nearly without gold and completely without potential for employment. The cloud of his former employer hangs over his head and no one has accepted him as a retainer despite his suitability for such work. He is unwilling to return to back-breaking farm labor for subsistence wages. Instead, he wants to adventure into the Stolen Lands on his own terms, however vague they might be.