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"Begone!"

The shout comes from somewhere within the crowd. You risk a look over your shoulder. Golden-haired Luca shakes her fist at the flushed knight. "Begone, wastrel," she shouts again. "Go, and leave my friend in peace!" To your great surprise, others pick up the call as well, advancing towards Sir Jaundyce.

"You should be ashamed!"

"Miscreant!"

"Throw him in the gallows for a drunkard!"

"Send the dog to find his dog!"

Sir Jaundyce scrabbles up to his feet, but his open jaw practically stays on the ground. His eyes meet yours, and you shrug.

"Give the people what they want," you say.

Onward