[Firo stops in front of North and extends his hand in greeting.]

Congratulations, sir. You must have amazing luck to win so much so quickly after your arrival.

[The words sound unnaturally stuffy, definitely forced. And the sharp glint in Firo's eyes doesn't match the syrupy words; he's scoping North out as well as he can, trying to determine if this guy is a cheater. The winner seems embarrassed or chagrined for some reason, which in Firo's book is definitely sketchy.]

May I ask how you found our establishment?