Playtester:
"You don't look to see who is listening to you, and who might be reporting your words to the Palace. Now, buy me a drink, eh? I answer your question."
I reply in kind with a slightly hushed voice: "I admit: I have a bit of a paranoia problem. I don't have any. My lack of caution will be the death of me. (Mental note:
It already has been, but he doesn't need to know that.) But the place seems quiet and you are a friendly guy, right Mr...? Erm, yes, buying? I should point out that I haven't found a bank yet, so if you insist on cash, we may have to settle on a foreign currency."
I will buy him his drink provided he's willing to settle on some of the coins I looted in the temple of the dying sun.
Playtester:
"Guns and machetes are forbidden in the capital city."
"Is there any licensing, or safe storage for arms, or is all weaponry outright banned?"
"And who enforces the law, and for who do they do this? I mean how does your society function?"
Playtester:
"Also, you don't have the face of the Liv like me, or the pathetic whiners, the Ansk."
"There seems to be some hostility between you Liv and those Ansk. Is there some history there?"
This message was last edited by the player at 21:39, Mon 11 May 2009.