"Who are ye and what tha hell are ye doing 'ere?", the voice asks, still flashing right in MkLear's face. "Ye don't look familiar. And I know everyone in this Throne-forsaken place!"
"Do ye? Well, tell me about your affair with Lord Governor, pardner", another voice points out.
"Shut up!"
"Lower the light, man. He's not a bandit, sure as sure. Look at him - spooked to death, even his trousers are wet...", the other voice continues.
"Oi! Are there more of likes of you out there?", the third voice cuts in. "We mean no harm at all. This place is dangerous, y'know. Spiders - and Throne blind me, huge ones!"