[As morning comes and news of Jacques Varteur's assassination becomes known, men and women with crude weapons, daggers and slings, joined by rabble-rousers, firebrands, and revolutionaries armed with muskets and rapiers, left the Quartier Ouvrier and formed into an unruly mob near the gates leading to the Quartier Savant and the Gendarmerie. Who fired the first shot or struck the first blow remains the subject of much debate, and yet the mob was dealt with, with some of the commons subdued, others dealt with using lethal force, and others running away back into the Quartier Ouvrier.
For now, the white-hot fury of the people has been brought to a slow boil, yet for how long shall the wretched of the earth suffer? Who will speak for the people, now? Who will serve as their champion, and will the martyrdom of Jacques Varteur be in vain?]