Ignotus ignored the butler's internal crisis and continued his lecture:
"You're insulting ignorance now. No, you're not ignorant; you're beneath that. What you do is gang up on the needy and the weak to rob them. You act like scavengers; yeah, you're nothing but a cancer to this world."
He pointed a finger at the three terrified men.
"I'm sure you have your own strategies. Maybe you use your heads sometimes to flank a client or ambush them when guarding them seems too risky. So it's not ignorance. No, it's more accurate to call your lot a bunch of idiots who don't properly use what they have."
He paused and glanced at their leader's blank face.
"Are you guys even understanding a word I say…?"
Gorm said nothing, staring at the dirt.
"Hm?"
Ignotus pushed, and one of the mercenaries, emboldened by confusion or perhaps just tired of the monologue, finally spoke up:
"You said we're pieces of shit."
"Yes..."
Ignotus beamed while pointing at him.
