Grapevine

"They bring the plague!"
"Curses, I tell you. They serve the mother of devils..."
"...plunder, rape, murder. That's what they leave in their wake."
"Helping them is treason."
"But those who refuse to help end... badly."
If looks could kill, they would all be drowning in blood.
Whispers and growls followed them.
The sorceress pointed at a pamphlet, nailed to a notice board.
"Somebody is making this difficult for us."
The paladin shrugged. "Let's show them the rumours are wrong."
He turned to three street urchins, offering them food.
"A cousin of a friend got poisoned like that," someone spit.