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"Watch where the bloody hell you are going!" Gregson yelled at the robot that bumped into him and several other patrons. His wine had been spilled, but luckily none of it got on his clothes. Red wine was almost impossible to get out of white fabric. With a sigh that sounded almost of dejection, Gregson got up from his table. He hated seeing good wine wasted. He quickly paid for his drink and headed out of the cafe. The scene outside had grown even more out of control as the crowd cheering for the Daedalus had quickly turned into a protest for Elven rights. Honestly, Gregson couldn't care less about their rights. He didn't own any Elven slaves, he didn't associate with them, but he also didn't discriminate. At best, he was indifferent.
Not wanting to deal with the mob for much longer, he quickly pushed his way through the crowds and made his way towards the Daedalus.