The Hooded figure points and laughs

Standindg next to the notice of all the banned races, individuals, the Hooded figure lets out a loud raspy laugh pointing to the public notice.
" As easily predicted . . . " , the figure coughs out with a nod.

Wakefield takes a long drag of his cigarette, then looks to the figure, the notice, and then the figure once more.

"You a big fan of criminals, or tyrants, monsters who wanna kill you, fella? Otherwise I'm missin' the joke."

The laughing stops , as the eyes focus at the Hin.

"More than your words... The very tone and demeanor that you show ... All I see and hear in you is ... Fear ...
Perhaps once you were reviled here , and now it is your turn to wield ... Your anxiety over all those that you fear , and try to hold far from you ... Will likely keep them away about as well as the previous oppressors ... Kept you away !"
With that the figure laughs again, smirking at the Hin

"Eh? Nah, I wasn't reviled or anythin'. That's a weird statment," he replies, clearly confused about what is even happening right now. "I just kinda don't like folks who wanna kill or eat me, y'know? Or criminals, but that's more a business matter."

After another puff of his cigarette, he asks, "So what's your story, stranger?"