The spokes-runt stands on a crate, shouting at passers-by and the drain in general
A'righ' youse ugly lot, listen urp 'ere!
This 'ere is da nigh' wolves, youse get me?
De Boss, Djinn, is one o' those thinky types, got a whole 'ead fulla brains, which is why 'e's 'ired me to to talk proper to youse
'ere's what it is, righ'?
You wan' somethin'? Youse come ta us, an' we'll let ya know what it's gonna cost!
You wan' work? We gots work comin' out our ears!
Buyin' news and secrets from ya, no problem!
Buts let's git down ta pacifics:
The little runt takes a deep breath before beginning his spiel
We's gots a fight comin' up, gonna want some of ya runts ta step up!
Yor gonna get paid Five hunnad fangs for just 'avin a go, plus all the booze an food you can stuff until then!
Winner gets five thou'! Tha's crazy money, tha' is!
Yous wants a guid time, eh? Well, we's got opes an booze an all the good stuff, maybe a whore or two if you play it right'!
Yous wanna see some big fires? We's got black powder goin' too!
Youse wanna work? Step inside and chat it up wi' the big man 'isself!
Got a secret you t'ink is worth summat? We'll pay yeh!
Night wolves, runts an twists, we're doin stuff. Git in on it, or gits out tha way!
