Eryx was likely the most frustrating convict of all time. As a man consistently all in white, he was never hard to find by guards. The process was usually simple, two patrolling guards would see him and ask for reinforcements, but he'd be gone by the time they came. 

The slums became a popular area for him, after their event of a man in white riding through, having money thrown from the carriage, he just road that rumor without denying it. He didn't like change much, and instead, the number of people wearing white, or at least just a white cloak to cover them, increased. He did small jobs, not pickpocketing necessarily but rather stealing a crate of food now and again.

Robinhood? Unlikely, but he had enough of a small following that it was a problem for guards to assume he was the right person in white now. "Loyalty lays not with the people you give coin, but the ones you return to life." He mutters to himself. Without making it a proper organization, nobody could actually flip on anybody. The guard he kicked off the horse must be having fun.

He turned to duck into a tavern, not-so-subtly removing a wanted ppster of himself and Isago- Not that it'd be hard to remember either of them. The little woman that ran off during that job was at the bar, with another shifty looking fellow, but shifty was in the trade. He merely sat down at the table nearest to the door and gestured to the barkeep with two fingers. He kept his head down some, listening closely to the various conversations.