These guys were unfamiliar and wore the kinds of clothes that wealthy people, or the goons that worked for wealthy people, wore when they were trying to blend into Low City. Tress dressed similarly, but on him it had somehow been charming.
On these men it was ominous because it meant he'd pissed off someone with money, which in Low City usually meant he was going to wind up floating in the harbor.
The man in the center of the cluster sneered. "Been looking for you, you uppity little whore."
"Piss off," Rath said. "I haven't been bothering anyone."
"You're bothering plenty," the man in the center said, baring his teeth in a smile probably meant to be threatening. It lacked something due to the missing and broken teeth. He surged forward and grabbed Rath by the front of his shirt, twiste
