Leif (thinking): I guess this harbor has a whole shopping district. And it’s so big! I bet people could barely hear the sirens, down here. They’re still having lunch . . . buying things . . .
. . . performing. It looks like that guy has a crystal set up to take money? Is he being tipped?
— no, wait, I’ve heard about this. People in Ceannis perform in the streets when they can’t get any other work, and hope the passers-by will give them enough to eat that night.
What a terrible system. I’m so glad I was lucky enough to be born in the best country in the world.