It must be said that of all the unsavory characters a young noble might encounter on the frontier, the low-born scavenger presents the least threat, apart from their relentless assault upon the olfactory senses. Indeed, the scavenger closely resembles his filth and sweat-besotted urban cousin, the begger, but for the fact that scavengers cannot be dispelled with the toss of a few coins and a quick dash!
Much like other carrion feeders that subsist on the bones of war, the scavenger tends to follow in the wake of conflict, ever calculating the misfortune of others so they might harvest whatever flaming bounty falls from the sky.
Fortunately, scavengers are not Imperial subjects, so they may be slaughtered at will. Certainly, it's good practice for all young nobles to kill a scavenger or two when first arriving upon the frontier. This allows the novice adventurer to become better acquainted with their armament and keeps the local population in check.