In the village I come from. Ther be no such thing as a prison. When ye're convicted of a crime, yer not locked away, oh no. Ye be exiled. An outcast from yer village. Ye be taken to the worst place in all the world. Ye be taken to what they call "The Belly of the Beast." Ye be left with not but the clothes on yer back and the sun on yer face. Ye're left to rot all alone until the devil himself claims ye. And the unlucky sometimes aren't taken at all by the devil. Ye be stuck out there til there be not left but bones and empty clothes, and vultures circlin' overhead.