"She also has us."
It wasn't a single voice, rather an echo that came from the small clusters of labors that had formed around this dispute. The small rabble and the growing crowd had decided to support the child who helped them and most importantly, fed them. This wanker who knew nothing and was mean to everyone because he was from the capital, was not worthy of support.
"Has worthless common-" Whatever the man wanted to say was never heard, as the small mob moved forward and picked him up.
"Unhand me, you mangled mutts, pointless poltroons, do you not know of what will happen to you?" With so much movement, it was impossible to tell if he was resisting or not. It wouldn't matter as the labors were good at this kind of lynching activity. With no real guide the crowd was becoming rowdy, yelling, and screaming at the architect who made everyone hate him.
