Rolling his eyes, Ian let out a groan of irritation, half throwing his hands up.<strong>"Look, I'm just pissed alright.  Of course I don' want nobody ta get hurt.  I'm not'a crazy person.  I just ain' much obliged ta think kindly on our 'benefactors' if this is how their entry-level jobs start.  It's insulting."</strong>He sighs, hunching forward and wearing a scowl on his face before lowering his voice so that only those nearby could hear,<strong>"Look.  When I was'a little kid, there was always some asshat in charge of an area.  They'd round up all'the urchins they could an make'em steal.  If y'tried ta keep it fer yerself, they'd find you an beat you or worse just ta make an example.  At the end'a the -day- no matter how much you stole, you'd be lucky if'n y'kept a copper of it.  This reminds me'a that."</strong><br/><br/>He frowns over at Myranda and Baramos,<strong>"So, yeah.  They're not fat nobles or rich merchants.  But I've been in a place where that's how they looked.  Most times bandits ain' professional thieves or former soldiers.  They're starvin' farmers who just had their nine-tenths taken fer tax an now their kids're hungry."</strong>He sniffs disdainfully as he sits up a little higher, trying to look dignified even though Uxia is still down his pants,<strong>"Also I wouln' do it without y'all given yer go-ahead.  That'd be rude.  I ain' never dragged nobody through'the mud like that, an I ain' about ta start."</strong>He pauses a moment,<strong>"Metaphorically.  Literally, I have had ta drag people through mud fer'a variety'a reasons.  One time I was paid ta do it!"</strong>