Ignoring that group, they kept walking, and with every step the scene repeated itself in different forms.
A group of six Players argued at the top of their lungs about how to split the loot from a battle that hadn't even started yet.
A young woman with perfectly styled hair complained loudly that the ground was dirty and that someone should have provided a rug.
Two men in suits, or the equivalent of a suit that the game allowed, talked about the stock market opening on some distant planet, sitting in folding chairs with distant eyes, clearly treating that battlefield as a waiting spot between two meetings.
Near a campfire, a group of young guys played a card game with absurd bets, and one of them, red in the face, had just lost the equivalent of a month's salary for anyone in Astralis, which was already very high, and just shrugged.
'This isn't a crowd of warriors,' Lohan observed. 'It's a crowd of spoiled brats...'
