Luckily for the Psiionic, the drunken slur is a fine tradition popular in every world and so Roland has some experience in translating it. He's got some experience translating this particular lisp, too, and between those two sets of experience he can grasp at least the gist of what the Psiionic is saying.

"'fraid you ruined your chance," Roland says, breaking the silence in which he's been watching Psiionic in order to advise him. "No tribute's allowed one, so you'll have to charm a Capitolite for it. Not sure you could charm anyone in this state - frankly, I'd like to see you try." Roland's voice is dry, and he's not judging. He's mocking. There's an important difference.