[Clarence takes a deep breath, then reaches into his pocket to pull out of the stones: the agate he received his first day in the market. He swipes his thumb along the stone and he speaks, keeping his eyes down.]

I... I may have seen some people acting out, like what you said happened in the tavern. Now, I don’t really stick around to see what happens when I hear yelling or see someone bumbling down the street cursing. I make my way out of there as fast as I can.

But I have felt... irate at times. Like something is pushing against my skin. I thought maybe it was just the heat or... you know, being a grouch like I am. But you don’t think whatever is affecting the townspeople... they can’t just affect us, right?