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!"