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The huate and into the track, leaving barely enough roo their truncheons and shouted at the crowd

A wide-eyed teenage boy atop the cart clutched the reins of the two uard’s atteuard stepped back and dragged on a mule’s noseband The driver whipped the reins, and the cart inched into the crowd

The track around the cart closed as the driver tossed out potatoes froh, kid They want the rest The large wooden crate behind the driver was stuffed full, covered, and tied down, but as Silas watched, the crowd pulled on the ropes and rocked the cart People climbed up and slashed at the cover The driver tried to push thee man threw him into the crowd

The cart disappeared from view as people cliht over the ates Can’t blame them These people are animals

It didn’t take the crowd long to empty the cart and take thewhat looked like the weakest of the weak

A girl ran to the lifeless body of the driver, baby in tow She wailed, pounded her fists in the dirt, and swung violently at those who came to her

Young family torn apart by their own kind Life’s about to beco cock for Red Mist in a matter of weeks

The guards creaked the gates open to allow through a line of a dozen carts They were quickly approached by the beggars, but this time not impeded Silas scanned over the reh the alleyways

The sun provided its last moments of illumination as he wound back toward his exit This boy had better turn up soon I’ve been here long enough

“I should’a killed the bastard” A heavy, weather-beaten man rubbed his neck

Silas pulled into the shadows

“He had you good and proper” A slight man sat next to him and chuckled

“You should’a told , you prick” The weather-beatenfrom his chin

“Didn’t think you needed protectin’ frohed so hard he leaned sideways

“If I see hiain, I’ll cut him up”