Kyrie, being a proud son of the Harding family, had been trained from childhood to handle words with polish. Yet, all that effort was instantly undercut by a man in flip-flops and baggy shorts who suddenly shouted.

"To hell with those Soryans thinking they can strut around here. When they come to Holtrien, they'd better keep a low profile, or we'll have to deal with them."

"Yeah, tell those Sorya punks to tone it down!"

"General, we only have one question! We want to ask Mr. Beckett and t