As he turned off Wilkerson Boulevard, Kham could see that the hall was lit. A trio of young orks, all wearing Black Sword colors, waited idly near the front steps. Like the kids from the other halls in the neighborhood, kids from Kham's hall joined a gang when they were old enough, or good enough. The gang provided local security, more reliable than the police, and halls that had kids in the gang didn't even have to pay for the service.