By the time the Legion arrives, the mood of the crowd is getting ugly. 
It's still at the stage of trading insults, but it looks as though 
things could get seriously violent at any moment.  A few people lob 
missiles, mostly root vegetables rather than rocks, from a cart loaded 
with turnips.  There's another cart parked at the back of the crowd, 
which is full of rubble, and appears to have been 'liberated' from the 
Guild of Construction.

A well-thrown turnip scores a direct hit on one of the clan knights, and 
splatters.  It's clearly quite rotten, and makes a mess of the knight's 
shiny armour. The response from the knights is a burst of flame from 
their flamelances over the heads of the crowd.