02. A Strict Display of Luck and Wit

[knitwit]

[ Off in the corner of town, near the edge that lead towards the towering gate, resided a small pub. The stout owner and his lanky wife were kind enough to serve drinks and food to newcomers the first crowd of the evening. Luckily, Rose was among the first dozen to arrive during dinner hours. A nice warm meal was welcomed and the fact it was discounted? Excellent. Each spare currency went towards equipment and potions.

But, maybe she would be lucky? After overhearing a few NPCs speaking about gambling, Rose invited herself into the conversation. It lead to a deal: a nice game of cards. Rose had no clue how to go about it. What were the rules? The stipulations? The risks? Ah, but, that was the art itself, correct?

Bluffing.

So here Rose was, sitting with her deck in hand looking over at the other players around the mahogany table. Her fingertips pressed into the torn stock cards, eyeing her pieces as if trying to complete a puzzle.

Bystanders, passerbys, or fellow players, Rose would love some conversation to toss away the jitters and nervousness she obviously does not show. ]

I'll raise once more and we can see where that will take us, hm?

Comments

[revealed]

[ mrrrrrrrrr. ] That's certainly a good way to get involved... and to get items and money.

[ but he needs information, dammit. especially on how to leave this place. brooding over this for a moment, his eyes return to the table, absently watching the way the cards are dealt. judging from the movements of the other people, they certainly seem to be NPCs. a gentle nudge of their minds confirms this, and their intentions seem fairly simple to tell, too. he kind of wonders if they just sit around and play cards all day. it seems absurd, but with how repetitive NPCs can get, it's most likely the truth. ]