Rotten

I quickly reach the rock gambling place. 

I'm about to jokingly swagger in saying: "Where's my money!"

But I get stopped at the door. 

[What's up?] 

The Talion guy sighs. 

"Brother, you've selected every single rock worth something the last time you came. Since then we have had no customers at all. None!" 

[I mean, that's kind of the point of gambling, no? Don't worry I'll just do it for a little while.] 

"No! People are already starting to lose trust in this place."

[So will you forcefully try and stop me from going in?] 

"No, just warning you about the current mood of management. Honestly, it brings me joy whenever I see you picking rocks hehe. This job is pretty boring after all." 

I nod at him before heading inside. 

I quickly ask to see the manager. 

He comes with a dark face. 

"You really can't come here. If we let you pick rocks again, we'll face financial troubles!"