Elsewhere in the slums, Aurien has once again taken a stage, this time in a seedy bar. The owner, some rich bastard in the Guild District, doesn't know about it, but the employees on shift tonight are her people, and they have arranged for the place to be cleared out except for those who came to hear her speak. She walks on stage, and it's nothing like a normal speech that you might hear from a politician. There are no jokes, no icebreakers, nothing but raw passion and unfettered contempt for the status quo.<br/><br/>As is the usual case for her speeches, not everyone is receptive, and several people leave. But one clears his throat and calls out, "We already have a protector here. Broken Sky watches out for us!"<br/><br/>Aurien fixes this man, a dockhand by the looks of him, with a withering glare. "Broken Sky?" she says. "You have to be kidding me. He's as much a complacent part of the system as any noble. Says he'll look out for you, protect you, but isn't it funny how he does all this to stop petty crimes when there are far worse transgressions by the wealthy and powerful in other parts of the city? Don't get me wrong, he's powerful, but if you think he's on your side, you're deluding yourself. That man is not one of us, and he does not have your best interests at heart."<br/><br/>The dockhand (one of several such this time, as Aurien has been expanding her interests into the Docks of the city recently) falls silent, looking thoughtful. And Aurien continues her speech.<br/><br/>The wolf icon is everywhere, it seems like, scratched on buildings and painted in alleys, a gang sign for something that is not remotely an ordinary gang. But when the people leave tonight, most of them are carrying it somewhere, on a pin or a token, or tattooed into their skin.