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The thugs had formed a loose circle around me, effectively blocking my route back into the ale-house.
The street was suddenly clear.� Anybody that had spent any time DownTown knew to keep out of the way when it was about to kick off.
�Gud ev�ning, gents� I slurred, swaying slightly.� I needed to give the impression of being drunk.� They would take me for an easy mark and would be emboldened, but I figured that we�d already passed the point where I could leave without violence.�
And if there was going to be violence, then I intended to be the perpetrator.