Episodes like these --whether contained to a canton or citywide-- provide plenty of opportunities for the various criminal classes, although it requires a certain level of finesse and smart thinking.

The gentleman being hauled from the back of a cart, in one of the less monitored entrances to Bonetown, has been found lacking. Mitchell tells the other day-walking cruorovores to keep a look out while he drags him along the street himself, certain he's not about to catch anything, any time soon. "I don't think you'll be trying to pull a fast one after this," he says to the bound and gagged man. "It's a shame you had to find out the hard way."

He's dumped in a quiet area, and a bag of blood --one of many that he'd tried to sell-- is poured over him. Mitchell even goes so far as to remove the gag, pinch his nose, and let the last trickle run down the captured man's throat.

"And if that doesn't do the trick, I'm sure someone will be along in a minute." The gag is put back in place and Mitchell slaps the man's cheek with a broad, unfriendly smile. He leaves him to his muzzled pleading, heading back in the direction he came from.