"Cloud Strife. Had a hard life, that dude? Get it? Strife?" He smirked at Reeve and elbowed him lightly in the side. He glanced over at the listings for the birds and tried to make head or tail of it. He squinted and pointed at one randomly.

"That one. Got a good feeling. The gods of chance and fate are cruel and capricious! We must indulge in their whims and accept their power!" He took another sip of his drink.

"Also I have no idea what any of that shit there means."