The street suddenly erupted into chaos, with the wooden stalls on either side shaking violently amidst the shoving, and the hanging cured meats and clay pots clinking against each other with crisp sounds.
The hem of Messiah's dress was lifted by a trader fleeing in panic from behind, revealing the lace lining adorned with silver bells. She staggered, clutching Lynch's arm, just about to inquire when suddenly a thunderous sound of barrels toppling over came from ahead.
"Damn it, what are you doing? Get your filthy hands off me!"
"Damn it, I'm going to twist your head off!"
Two men in coarse burlap cloaks suddenly tangled into a brawl for some unknown reason, causing the originally orderly street to instantly descend into chaos.
"Get out of the way, damn it, move aside!"
"Don't push me!"
"Damn it, stop shoving!"
A large crowd surged in from all directions, forcing Lynch and Messiah to be separated in the swarming mass of people.
"Damn it, go to hell!"
