[ Soma only offers a small shrug of his shoulders at the idea of what makes good business. He has his own thoughts on the matter, but no need to get into them. ]
No. Other Lost Souls. [ The paper in his hand over -- ] This comes from the natives, however. [ And he intends to take people out for drinking should he win his bets. More drunk fools, but at least he'll move them to another venue where their nonsense won't disturb the flow of everything too much. ]
... pardon. [ Soma pauses to take out a handkerchief and press it against his nose. He sniffles loud enough to be heard over the din of violence around them. ] Allergies.
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No. Other Lost Souls. [ The paper in his hand over -- ] This comes from the natives, however. [ And he intends to take people out for drinking should he win his bets. More drunk fools, but at least he'll move them to another venue where their nonsense won't disturb the flow of everything too much. ]
... pardon. [ Soma pauses to take out a handkerchief and press it against his nose. He sniffles loud enough to be heard over the din of violence around them. ] Allergies.