The speaker at the podium was a large bald man with a thin brown beard. He gripped the podium as he spoke, occasionally releasing one hand to gesticulate fervently, his red ring shining with the light of the chandelier. He wore a suit jacket over a white shirt and dirt-smeared jeans.
“This… this is our duty, my brothers! It is up to us. No one listens… no one hears… but we are the faithful. We are the true.” Sweat glistened on his brow. “They try to silence us, but will we be silenced?”
A roar rose from the audience.
“Our streets will not be safe, our homes will not be secure, our children will not be protected, until the filth of humanity is wiped clean from this city. And that starts with the East Hounds.... We are fighting a war. A secret war, for now, but important as any other. We are already winning, but there is much more to do… much more. We must not rest until all their leaders are dead, and they scattered to the winds like the dirt they are. Right under the noses of our government, they trade drugs and weapons and money, corrupting this city with every breath they take. But we are not blind! We are the warriors who rise to slay the Hounds!”
– Lee Campbell, A Rogue Game