The eight gang members' siblings, parents, and even uncles tangled together, all talking at once.
Only after the situation calmed down did productive discussion begin. A good hour must have passed.
"Eight silver coins is bullshit! Even if we dragged them in for attempted robbery, the reward wouldn't even be ten copper coins, would it?"
"Have you tried catching someone? Torch Fortress is a dangerous place. They're short on everything, so criminals die there every day."
"That's just rumors!"
"I saw it! When I went once, they were hauling out corpses."
As they told bad stories about Torch Fortress, conspiracy theories spread for no reason. Since they handed down judgments there that made people into criminal serfs or slaves, there were lots of sinister rumors. Most were conspiracies and nonsense, but there were too many information barriers to sort out the truth.
