It was a bright and glorious day. Hansel Daggerfjord stood on the edge of the railing, and leaning over, spit as monstrous a hocker as he could muster under the circumstances. His mouth was quite dry, but the chest cold he had been nursing for the last few weeks provided him with the ammunition he needed. The lougee flew out from his lips, staying mostly intact as it arced its way down to the crowd below. Then... impact! He had caught the very brim of one of the offensive blue caps in the crowd below. Ducking his head backward fast, he stepped away from the railing, his bright red tresses streaming away from his face and masking his features.