Upon hearing Albert's words Hastur's voice suddenly becomes deadpan as he turns towards the Lone Wanderer. His face is still adorned with the smile, though now it looks somewhat uncanny.
(@Albert) Hastur: Didn't your statement just contain an answer why shouldn't I be bothered? Let me tell you one thing. Great Old Ones don't give a fuck about their cults. Humans are too puny to be accounted for. ... ~the smile becomes a bit sad, though~ Not now and for me, though. Those ambitions were too much, and the cultists in the previous world were retarded, so I'm here to recover and forget about those rednecks anyway.
He brightens again as if nothing has happened and turns towards Lisa, grinning.
(@Lisa) Hastur: You've heard him. ~points at Einar~ Seems like I'm not the only one interested.

"Unfortunately this saloon does not have the proper supplies for the creation of such a drink."
(@Lisa) "so, how strong would you say your liver is?"