<br/><br/>One of the men tipped his head back and finished off a larger amber bottle of whatever he was drinking, having just enough cognizance to clumsily catch his dingy top hat as it tumbled off his head and set it back in place, albeit crookedly. With a careless heave he sent the empty bottle soaring into the side of the flat they were passing with a loud crash and shatter.<br/><br/>This prompted a door being kicked open moments later and a man screaming at the offender, describing his lineage in acute detail, along with the fact that his parents were of unmarried status at his birth. The lad responded with an unknown salute with two fingers, common on the battlefields when Dementlieu had gone to war with Falkovnia in past years.<br/><br/>The man came down several steps from his door but the braggart stepped in among his fellows with an obvious dare for the older man to start something. The girls just pressed in close and giggled; cheaply dressed, if they weren't streetcorner girls they weren't from much better.<br/>