IcyCool
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Deos chuckles as he admires the platinum pieces he won from the dwarf. He eyes the other dwarf, the one who has tried to get the Half-Orc's mother to bet. "So, you seem to think the half-orc's luck has run out, eh? Well then, I'm sure you won't mind betting against him in the next match up?" Deos casually grins at the dwarf, awaiting his response.
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