Because Gren just entered society, she doesn't understand the rules of the street at all. However, in the Imperial City under the Emperor's nose, there's nothing like Foot-washing City, only high-class individual Minstrels frequenting upscale venues.
Galen also made quite a bit yesterday. Compared to Gren, who spends money like water, it could only be considered a small win but it's enough to take the deputy leader and some childhood buddies out for some farm-to-table-style chicken, the clucking kind.
It's just a shame Gren was so clueless, dragging the two to a pricey lounge bar to count all night, pondering over a 400,000 grand plan, giving both of them dark circles under their eyes.
It's way past midnight, damn it, it's three-thirty because they still had to rush to the martial arts competition the next day to watch live, only a few hours of sleep, crashing at a booth sofa in the pub to catch some Zs.
They really do take gambling as a career.
