[ME] this town has no room for you

Raza

She can feel the excitement, the bloodthirsty tension, in the air. Raza walks along with the crowd, more curious ‘n worried about this so called Trial. The Governor has a fuckton’a drama, an’ it ain’t her job to deal with it anymore. ‘Sides, she thinks as she waves (like this is an entertaining spectacle) to a friend, Jack’s ability t’move the mob that showed up at the Governor’s House the other night showed who was really in charge.

Makin’ a mob? That’s nothin. Get men drunk enough an’ suggest somethin they been gripin’ on, and they’ll grab their torches ‘n assemble right on up. Stoppin’ one? A whole other matter.

Raza sidles up t’Vegaeachin’ out to touch the woman’s arm to let ‘er know she’s there. “Men,” she offers quietly. “So much drama for a couple’a dumb Outlanders. It’s like they don’t even know they’re not actually in charge here.” Arching a brow, Raza silently inquires if the other Torcher agrees or not.

reppin' a district of obvious misfits