The Old Lances

The oathbound veterans of the Marrow Lances — to them a paid oath is sacred and a broken one is death, the company's word made flesh.

Grey, scarred, and immovable, the Old Lances are why anyone ever trusted the company. They will die on a contract they despise because they took the coin, and they will hunt a brother who didn't. Sevrin Vossk leads them; hrolf-blademaster drills them. They know the crack in the word is mortal, and they will close it with a blade if they must.