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Is this how it's goin' to be, then? Playin' away till all hours of the blessed night, keepin' company with the finest living examples of the Rice playin' trade? And then haul about to snatch some grub before a night of more revelry and good company at the House of Swift. I could get used to the life of a player... if life as a galley slave to the HMS Shepherd doesn't wring the spirit outta me first. Ladies' paint, of all things to go sailing for over my lunch! And a good bit of booty it cost me, too. But I'll never again lack for a wash of concealment, I suppose.