[This is the worst place that has ever existed. Adrasteius can't take one step anywhere without balking in disgust and contempt. He sneers at anyone who approaches him; indeed, at anyone who comes within five feet of him. The streets are a meat market, and the casinos and hotels are obviously dens of iniquity. Snakes in human shells writhe all around him, and it's making him queasy.

When yet another person sidles up to him on the street with a sly grin on his face, Adrasteius takes him by the hand.]

Young man, this is no kind of life for you. This is no kind of life for anybody. Here.

[He presses a gold coin into the escort's hand.]

Take this. And buy a fucking book.

[The escort scowls and quickly withdraws (probably thinking about how he already has an entire library loaded onto his Futuristic Tablet Device).]

I'm surrounded by an army of Light-damned whores.