Bill:
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Bill didn't have any rare Earth items so he had to make do with the few coins the ratman had staked him with.
It was rough going. He didn't know the games, and the gang of ratmen, humans, and sli'ess abominations didn't seem inclined to try anything new. He very quickly learned that the sli'ess could-- quite literally-- smell a bluff, so he confined himself to betting rounds when the reptiles bowed out. Even so, bluffing can only get you so far-- sooner or later, you had to have the goods.
Bill had started with five ragged pieces of iron.
After two mentally-gruelling hours, he had seven. Profit? Sure. But he didn't even know how far it would get him.
Bill looked around the table at his opponents, and at the colorful folks who came and went from the gambling den. Many of the ratmen carried hand crossbows, or big iron crossbows strapped to their backs, while the abominations favored big iron blades-- more for show or status, Bill guessed, since the abominations seemed pretty well-armed with claws and teeth.
"Well, it's been nice playin' with you guys," Bill said, "but I got to be honest..."
There were a few snorts around the table.
"...I was hoping to win enough to buy me a weapon." Bill scooped up his winnings and jingled them in his hand.
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