ITP: Gambling

[manliestparagon]

[The Mess Hall! You walk in one evening to find one table entirely taken over by one of the manliest dwarves you have ever seen; there are drinks on the table (sadly non-alcoholic) being served by a relatively intact zombie in a dress, a deck of cards currently being expertly shuffled and a haphazard pile of trinkets where money or chips might

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[welshsuitead]

Wicked Grace?

[manliestparagon]

A card game. Your particular world does have gambling, doesn't it? I'm not keeping track too well yet.

[welshsuitead]

It does. I've never heard of that game before though.

[manliestparagon]

Don't worry, it's one of those games that's easy to pick up, nigh on impossible to master. You just have to buy in.

[welshsuitead]

Yes, start gambling on a game I've never even heard of before. That seems like a smart idea.

[manliestparagon]

[theatrical sigh. Tosses over a yoyo.] Here, I'll even get you started.

[welshsuitead]

Great.

[Takes a seat though. Might as well play enough for one bid, since he has... a yoyo. Guess he really did mean ANYTHING on you.]

[manliestparagon]

[dealing] So tell me - where were you before ending up in this place?

[welshsuitead]

Cardiff, Wales. What about you?

[manliestparagon]

Kirkwall, in the Free Marches. 'Free' being a title bestowed ironically for many. Me? Can't complain too much. Here, on the other hand, I see there being plenty to complain about.

[welshsuitead]

So would you say it's better here for you?

[manliestparagon]

I'll have to withhold judgement for now. Frankly, I was comfortable in Kirkwall - I knew everyone worth knowing and most of what was going on at any one time. Here, I hate to admit it, but it's obvious I know very little as yet. It's not a fun position to be in.

[welshsuitead]

I can understand that feeling.

How new are you?

[manliestparagon]

I'm almost literally just off the boat, serah. Yourself?

[welshsuitead]

Very new as well. Have you run into any of the oddities that seem to make up this camp yet?