He grinned at the mention of Nasir and nodded, his arm falling away as he easily leaned against the fronting of the range once more.

"Nasir stands a brother, bound by brand and shared cause." It was there on the inside of Gannicus's forearm - a large, ugly scar, mottled and raised and twisted in to the shape of a crude capitol B. Not that Nasir had the same brand - but the mark of slavery was never the same from House to House. "A good man, wielding spear with deadly purpose."

Which was just as important as being a good man, in Gannicus's eyes.