Once the Talula Clan Leader returned to her seat, the conflict between the Lawful-Good Suckers who had been taken for fools and the Chaotic-Good Gangster grew even sharper.
“No, but quit cutting me off and listen for a second, you gangster bastard! I’m telling you, I did feel sorry for the kid. If she doesn’t win here, she says she has to marry some old geezer over sixty, and she’s only nineteen! Does that make any sense?”
“What, is Haeta some gathering place for suckers? Your guild ain’t teaching charity-work classes on an organization-wide level or something, right?”
“Hey, on a human level, leave the guild out of this. Fuck. Don’t cross the line.”
“I’m saying this ’cause it’s frustrating. Who in this world doesn’t have a story? What, are you some savior of mankind? You gonna run out and help everybody just because they’ve got a sob story? Hell, take a look at you and me. We can barely take care of our own asses, and you’re out here making a fuss about helping other people.”
“So people who are a little lacking aren’t allowed to help anyone?! You’re so damn accomplished that you go around being a gangster for a living?”
“Hey, on a human level, don’t attack a man’s profession. How many hundreds, thousands of times have I told you it’s the family business?”
“P-Please don’t…