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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Chaos Apostate" data-source="post: 1243689" data-attributes="member: 15226">Anunsil: the man seems completely oblivious to your insult. A young, ill-kempt man standing just in front of you turns round and shouts, spraying you with spit as he does so: "Bar that, berk! That blood's finally sayin' what every poor sod in the Hive's been wantin' to say since they were old enough to know 'ow. So if ye don't like like it, ye can pike it. One way or the other, mean's nothin' to me berk. But don't ye go rattlin' ye're bone-box, 'cos no one wants to 'ear ye." He glares at you, waiting to see how you will react.  Zekiel: The situation seems to be heating up, and from your position detached somewhat form the crowd you can feel that the energy is becoming palpable. It seems that if nothing intervenes, a riot may soon break out. You look back at the alley to reassure yourself that your escape route is still clear, and as you do so you notice a tall, middle aged man dressed in noble finery with a rapier hanging from his belt walk stiffly out from the alley and begin pushing his way through the crowd towards the speaker. He looks absolutely incensed.</blockquote>