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The evening heat wilted horses and riders on the way back. The road to town swelled with people jostling and shouting. Kunimund and Eboric cleared their way surrounded by shouts and insults. “Barbarians!” “You don’t know!” and “What about us?”
Argolicus was ready to relax at home. As they passed the front of the house, Rufus was closing up his shop. Two slaves scrubbed unsuccessfully at graffiti on the wall, “What about us?”
“Argolicus,” Rufus said. “It’s been an eventful day. You missed the ruckus.”
“What ruckus?” Argolicus asked as they all pulled their horses to a halt.
Rufus pointed to the two slaves. “The streets have been unruly. A group of thugs tried to overturn my goods. I’ve just finished packing away everything. You’d best be inside. I hear rumors of more trouble tonight
