"You shit! What did you say you bastard!?" a young voice among the Gengorians snapped angrily.
"You looking for a fight twig! How dare you!" the man snapped back standing to his feet now knowing who threw the chair at him.
"Mr. Mal we ask you speak respectfully," a man from Gengora's side said.
"Me?! He attacked me! I used words, the fact that he's attacking means I'm right, right? I didn't know honesty was discouraged, but I guess this is Gengora at it's finest so what should I've expect," Mal spat.
"Mr. Mal," the man repeated.
"Mr. Mal," a girl hushed pulling Mal's arm to get him to stop. She was a member of his group. He shrugged her off and the others didn't bother to assist.
"He's not wrong though," another man whistled in adding gas to a burning flame. He was from Alcodor.
"Let me go El-loyde," Llody barked at his brother who was stopping him from getting into a fight.
