Tracey, Dose, and Juan stood across from Co and Says. And their armed friends. There wasn’t a sound between them, just their breaths getting quicker and quicker as they tried to process what was going on.

“Co you shriveled scrotum, who the fuck are they, and why are they here?”

“Whoa whoa whoa Tracey! Take it easy!” Co spread his hands wide and leaned back, “All I did was hire a small force to protect my private interests! All well within what Juan told me I could do.”

Tracey’s eyes were almost on fire as she looked at Juan, “Juan?”

“Well…what he did wasn’t specifically outlawed by our rules…”

Tracey went through a few faces, started laughing, stopped, then clenched her hands into fists

Dose shook her head and grimaced, “oh dear you’ve thrown her into a fit.”

Says decided this was the time he should speak up, “Well I’m sure she’ll be fine, just don’t come onto our property and you all will be perfectly fine!”

Tracey was ballistic, and marched off, and started punching the shit out of a tree, screaming, “WHEN THE FUCK DID WE GET PRIVATE PROPERTY”

Juan spoke up, “Well technically they can only stop you from stealing from the market.”

“Who here would try to steal from you Co? Would it be the six of us who you know already don’t want anything you sell, or the monk who has no material possessions? Or maybe the scout who is in a coma?”

“Well one never knows who will decide to do what given a certain set of possible—”

Tracey had stopped his pontificating dead through a single look.

“I—Graus—Forbi—“Co sputtered for a second before Says picked up the sentence, “Say what you want TrAYcey (He said her name with the stress all fucked up and generally is the worst still) but we’re just protecting our interests.”

There weren’t many more words as they all just sorta stood there. Tracey on the verge of violence, Dose holding her back, and Juan starting to regret his decision.