[He looks both more interested and more perturbed, standing across from her with his hands laid flat on the wood of the bar.]

I could kill a man as soon as look at him, if someone made me angry like that here. Wouldn’t need a sword to do it.

[That may be a slight exaggeration, but there are times here when he’s much stronger than he should be, and if he were to become reckless then, it would be easy for him to do serious harm to another person, whether or not they were the sort that needed to be harmed.]

Some of us, you, were taken, back before we opened the gates. If someone made us sick like that —

[He shakes his head, a little disgusted at the implications. The Displaced could be used to someone else’s ends, or they could be made to look like a threat that they might not otherwise represent.]

How many people know this?