With whom, darling?


The ruffians in the harbor? The riff raff and mercenaries that do just as much to ruin the scabbiest of lives in this flea-ridden city?

Come now, Byerly. I don't rob from the rich....

[Well.]

...much.

[Mostly never— which is almost always, as far as well-behaved odds go, if you think about it.]

And the ones that stray into Lowtown and the like know exactly what they're getting into.