Hmm. That sounds like a strange game. But your instincts served us well.

[He finishes his own broth and sighs.]

Aye, it did... we shall have to remember this place. For now, we must needs gather our coin and find somewhere to sleep.

[Standing, he slips out of the booth and ushers Finnick to the counter to pay. He seems curious about the card reader and how the receipt is printed, asking the man serving them how it works. He then asks where they can find a place to stay, to which he's promptly rebuffed with "I don't get paid enough for this." Frowning as they leave, Hythlodaeus looks to Finnick.]

How rude. Well, the device should tell us where we can rest, yes?