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<blockquote data-quote="Dr Simon" data-source="post: 4633741" data-attributes="member: 21938">Tolly rose late, as usual, once again cursing his lack of sleep. He pulled his purse from beneath his pillow and once again counted its meagre contents. A few gold sails and a handful of pinch. Although he had found that the less wealth a man carried, the less he could be robbed of, this wasn't going to get him very far in Riddleport. Fleabitten flophouses were fine for a bit, but Tolly hadn't finished with this city yet.Over breakfast he perused the battered pages of his 'arcane notebook', trying once more to interpret a few more of the symbols and strange phrases. He was getting somewhere at last, he was sure of it, but a working casting still eluded him. Sitting back from the book for a moment he looked around the common room, and his eyes lit on a poster for the Golden Goblin. &quot;Cheat the Devil and Win His Gold!&quot; the poster announced. It seemed worth a try. With very little to lose anyway, what harm could a spot of reckless gambling do. Besides, Tolly fancied that he'd suit the role of croupier. Perhaps it was time to pick up some tips.Later, after a shave and a haircut, a spruced-up Tolneus Garnus stood in the queue for the Golden Goblin. His purse and his precious spellbook were tucked well out of sight and reach. Although the Blot overhead compelled his attention, even after two weeks, Tolly avoided looking at it. No use gawping like a tourist. Instead he spent the time sizing up the other members of the queue, trying to seperate them into rubes and players. Who would be an easy victory at the gambling tables? Who were the ones to avoid going up against?&quot;I hope the Devil's ready to lose tonight,&quot; he says with a broad grin to the people nearby.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dr Simon, post: 4633741, member: 21938"] Tolly rose late, as usual, once again cursing his lack of sleep. He pulled his purse from beneath his pillow and once again counted its meagre contents. A few gold sails and a handful of pinch. Although he had found that the less wealth a man carried, the less he could be robbed of, this wasn't going to get him very far in Riddleport. Fleabitten flophouses were fine for a bit, but Tolly hadn't finished with this city yet. Over breakfast he perused the battered pages of his 'arcane notebook', trying once more to interpret a few more of the symbols and strange phrases. He was getting somewhere at last, he was sure of it, but a working casting still eluded him. Sitting back from the book for a moment he looked around the common room, and his eyes lit on a poster for the Golden Goblin. "Cheat the Devil and Win His Gold!" the poster announced. It seemed worth a try. With very little to lose anyway, what harm could a spot of reckless gambling do. Besides, Tolly fancied that he'd suit the role of croupier. Perhaps it was time to pick up some tips. Later, after a shave and a haircut, a spruced-up Tolneus Garnus stood in the queue for the Golden Goblin. His purse and his precious spellbook were tucked well out of sight and reach. Although the Blot overhead compelled his attention, even after two weeks, Tolly avoided looking at it. No use gawping like a tourist. Instead he spent the time sizing up the other members of the queue, trying to seperate them into rubes and players. Who would be an easy victory at the gambling tables? Who were the ones to avoid going up against? [COLOR="Wheat"]"I hope the Devil's ready to lose tonight,"[/COLOR] he says with a broad grin to the people nearby. [/QUOTE]

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