"someone mentioned a cult. i wanna know whats that about. also, what money do you use here?" he gives a little flush. "I need to figure out the conversion rates."
Sonyr got up, dusted off his pants, then went to the nearby bar, Bendalloy he thought it was called. He yawns when he lets his bronze dip. "Alright, off we go, for a drink and an ad to put up."