As you approach your target - electroshock battering ram in hand, ready to swing - the boy Dev, Devansh, looks up to you, hopefully:
- Pl-please... sir... do y-you have any-anything... anything to spare... at all... please?
The girl, Glitter, who looks a little older, pulls him away:
- (aside, to Devansh in a hushed fearful undertone) Get back, look at him...! (to you) We... we d-don't want any trouble, S-Sir, we'll get out of your way...
A thought occurs to you as you raise the battering ram, ready to demolish this wall section. Where is Spike Head? Wasn't he patrolling this section earlier?
>This is a waste of time. Smash the wall buttress here with the ram, then make your escape. This entire slum section will lurch and collapse in a few heartbeats afterwards. These are all Lowborn runts, worthless, the lot of them. You are granting them mercy, ending the misery of their lives here.>Smash the wall. But rob the defenceless children of all their items first. Easy.> Ask the children: Have you seen... a large, er, Spike Head man?>Ask the children something else. Are those rumours of Lady Praxagora visiting the Underdistrict in disguise true, perhaps?> Say to Devansh: what an interesting red glowing tattoo dot you have moving around there on your forehead; it looks a bit like that glowing red targeting reticle I saw earlier. Oh wait...>>5392215>>5392062>>5392222> Something else...? 