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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Synchronicity" data-source="post: 1896623" data-attributes="member: 10070">Davian Immersmere'Well, there's living dangerously and there's living dangerously. I wonder what that halfling's up to? Not many'd tweak the nose of a rooster just for fun. Unless they want to end up counting worms, that is.'Davian plays a little more, idly wondering where the halfling's going with his antics. Then, on a whim, he turns to the Vrock, swinging his monocle out of his waistcoat pocket and scrutinizing the demon for a moment through it. In a friendly and inquiring tone, he speaks. "Pardon me, friend fiend, but a body's got to wonder. If your winnings cause you such discomfort, why is it that you gamble? Seems to me there's got to be a tale behind it somewhere..unless you play to lose?" Appearing for the moment as the epitome of foppery (were it not for the longsword belted at his side), Davian's face remains politely inquiring even as a small frisson of excitement travels up his spine. After all, fiends can be so excitingly unpredictable. ((@Boddynock: Any better?))</blockquote>