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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MerakSpielman" data-source="post: 732615" data-attributes="member: 7464">The plan works beautifully - up to a point. You locate a suitible common-room easily and set up your gambit. Foran plays his pipes, but (perhaps caused by the distraction of working in the tell-tunes) manages only a sub-average performance. Most of the clientelle are too busy with their own business too care too much, but he only collects a pair of measly coppers for his personal efforts.The game starts up quickly, and Kerith's initial fear is that the table will fill up faster than Oren can join in, but luckly, there is still a space for the foppish young man to pull up a seat when he arrives. By that time, Kerith has been losing steadily against the experienced locals.Even with his skill as a gambler, Oren has trouble holding his own against this crowd. The local gamblers quickly dismiss Michelle as a possible source of illicit information for Kerith, since he hasn't won a hand since he started. If not for the occasional tips from Foran's pipes, Oren would have barely been able to hold his own. It is nothing like the gambling scene in Fifechester.After a fair amount of time, Oren racks up a neat profit of around 50 gold. A couple of the other gamblers have made a small profit as well, but the others lost money, including Kerith (who lost all but 2 gold). The game starts to break up with the normal have-to-leave excuses, and you're just starting to enjoy the glow of a modest success when, as the last local leaves the table, a darkly cloaked figure sits down next to Oren. You do not remember seeing him in the common room before this moment."A pretty scheme, boy," he speaks in a low rasp, audible to Kerith and Michelle, but nobody beyond the table, "You were allowed to continue it for your creativity, nothing more. But be aware that the Guild keeps sorcerers in its employ, and your mind is like an open book before our power. You are not a member of the Guild, and have been caught dabbling in its bailiwick." He pauses, to make sure you understand the seriousness of the situation."You will be forgiven this offense, little one, this time. This once. But your efforts will be taxed. Please hand over half your profits, as a tribute to our patron, Olidammara."He waits motionless to see how you will react.</blockquote>

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