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’
reppin' a district of obvious misfits