Are they reading my mind? They're changing the rules right in the middle of the game just to stop us from doing something that even dreaming about brings a smile to my face. Alright, you doubled the price of our stat-buffing effects, that wasn't enough so you stripped away our luxury dining privileges, but how the hell do you change such a foundational rule?
"Dammit, this is all your fault! We could catch a breather in a hellhole like this by seeing a couple of familiar faces, and thanks to you, we got stripped of that too. To hell with your kebabs and your drinks!"
The old man banging the side of his clenched fist against the table isn't wrong. Except, neither the kebabs nor the drinks are anywhere near going to hell. He decided to speak up only after inhaling everything in sight; the grease from the kebab is winking at me from between his teeth.
