Lot
First Post
Lokin sips his new ale and rolls again, a one and six showing.
"Seven again? So, do I put money in because I rolled high or do I win because I rolled seven? Or do I put my own money in and then take it out again?"
Lokin eyes the new arrivals, suddenly feeling weak compared to the hulking orc and unimpressive next to the plate-mailed warrior.
"The competition is getting greater and the jobs are still not coming. Looks like supply and demand are working against me. I shouldn't taken that bug hunt or the caravan duty. Don't pay great but it beats sitting around a bar getting drunk."
The fighter pulls out a gold crown, tapping it absently against his banded armor. He then looks at Valan with a grin.
"At least I'm making a little money just sitting around."
"Seven again? So, do I put money in because I rolled high or do I win because I rolled seven? Or do I put my own money in and then take it out again?"
Lokin eyes the new arrivals, suddenly feeling weak compared to the hulking orc and unimpressive next to the plate-mailed warrior.
"The competition is getting greater and the jobs are still not coming. Looks like supply and demand are working against me. I shouldn't taken that bug hunt or the caravan duty. Don't pay great but it beats sitting around a bar getting drunk."
The fighter pulls out a gold crown, tapping it absently against his banded armor. He then looks at Valan with a grin.
"At least I'm making a little money just sitting around."