"Hey buddy," a large man with a lopsided grin stepped forward, "you get a bit lost? I think you've wandered somewhere you aren't supposed to be."
"Oh, I don't think he's lost," another man smirked, slinking up behind his friend. "He looks like someone who knows where he's going. I reckon he's looking for trouble."
The larger man's smile grew wider.
"Look at his suit," another voice echoed, "we only know one fleet that dresses up like that, and it's certainly not anyone from ours."
"Clearly," Wen spoke, glancing down at the first man's well-worn shoes.
The man's smile disappeared. "You may be a big shot where you're from, but you're in Yellow Sun territory now. Or are you color blind?"
"Even if I was, I could still see yellow," Wen snapped, anxiety rising in his chest. The current situation wouldn't be too difficult to get out of, but it could quickly escalate. Either way, he really, really, didn't have time for this.
"That's not true," the smaller man mused, "some people are blue-yellow color blind."
"See?" His friend smirked.
"And some people are totally color blind. Can't see nothin'," the man continued.
"Isn't that just blind?" A third voice from somewhere in the darkness piped up.
"No, I mean no colors or nothin'. But if you can't see anything at all then I guess you would also be color blind."
Wen's anxiety was quickly giving way to irritation. "If your insult takes this long to explain, it's a shit insult," he growled, unbuttoning his sleeve and rolling it up. He was experienced enough to know there was no way to talk his way out of this, brute force was the only way to go.