"The anarchists, demanding even more radical changes to society."
Ah," Thibaud says. "I don't like that. Soldiers shouldn't get involved in politics."
You briefly discuss the merits and downsides of their ideology.
For the last several minutes, a nearby patron has looked over at you repeatedly. You didn't think much of it, but it would seem he's been snooping on your conversation. He suddenly jumps up, screaming "Hey! You take back those things you said about the freethinkers!"
He lunges at you and takes a wild swing at your head, but just misses. Then he stands, breathing heavily, and takes another threatening step toward you.
You feint, then throw an uppercut that hits the man square on the jaw. His head strikes the bar, and he crumples to the floor.
You calmly walk outside as the bartender shoots daggers at you.
"Who was that?" Thibaud asks as she walks down the street with you.
"No idea. He seemed to be an anarchist, I think."
She only shakes her head.
After this eventful day, you head back home.