"We ain't seen parda since she went in the caves with some of the other boys. Also no dogs inside the hall time 'im up someplace if your going in."
Meila sulks in as cute a way as she can manage, and then takes a step back so Keth can do what he needs to do.
"Next time. Yeah next time I'll try to tell the group what I'm gonna do... before I do it. Promise."
Keth looks at the Ropefist and for a brief second he considers running him through and then going in with Woolf anyway...but he errs to the side of caution for now.
If you dont want my business then Im fine with that. Woolf Goes where I go. Wonder if your boss is so wealthy he can turn away customers....
Woolf tenses up next to Keth, lips snarl briefly as he senses The Masters mood....
"Hey, calm down do what you want but I am just doin' what I was told. I won't start a fight wit ya but there are more than just me workin' the inside if ya get me." The ropefist crosses his arms and looks away from Keth and than makes a 'pfft' noise while rolling his eyes.
Hoping this buffoon is none too bright, Irizzle says ”Sok Keth, you should definitely *tie* him up out here. Dogs too classy for this joint anyway.”
Irizzle then walks up to the bouncer and starts walking around him sniffing.
”You ain’t got no gunpowder. Disappointing?”
Keth scowls as Irizzle indicates what he wants the Druid to do...He shakes his head.
Ill stay out here with Keth. Go on inside. If you need me...Ill be there.
He moves to lean against the wall near the guard smiling wickedly at him.
Woolf glances at the ropfist guard and sensing The Masters mood moves and hikes a leg right near the ropefist but not near enough to splash on him, then scrapes the ground with a fervor to cover up his urine so some dust gets ckicked up on the guards boots before he moves to go near The Master turning to look with a low growl.
Sron gathers everyone else and ushers them into the gaming hall.
"Okay, okay I got it." Meila complains as she's pushed into the hall.
Sgrack follows the others in silence, not really knowing what they are doing here. He stays alert though, knowing instinctively this is a dangerous place.
The gambling hall is full of people playing many kinds of table games. Scattered around are Ropefist thugs seemingly overseeing tables.
It seemed that their arrival had had and impact.
Meila forgets her previous pouty mood the moment they enter. Her eyes are wide with awe as she looks over all the games being played. "Can we play for a little bit? I've never been in here before and I wanna try my luck!"
"Yes. I think that is a very good idea," said Sron.
Games in the Silverdisk Hall are played exclusively with Silverdisks(a local Numerian currency equivalent to 1 PP{10gp})
Gold can be exchanged for either full silverdisks or for tokens that represent 1/10(1gp) or 1/100(1sp)
It's pretty rare that someone says that one of Meila's ideas is a good one, so she's both surprised and excited. She eagerly goes over to exchange currency for some silverdisks and gets ready to play.
Irizzle regrets his lack of coin, hermit life is occasionally not all it is cracked up to be.
Nevertheless, he views these games with fascination.
Sron whispers to Melia "I.. we, need you to win as many of those disks as you possibly can" His eyes glowed red for a moment as he emphasized. "If any of those disks glow blue, do not bet them. Put them aside,"
"Oh, um okay? Is this like a... saving people thing, or like... something else?" Meila asks, somewhat intimidated by Sron's "enthusiasm"
Sron's eyes abruptly stop glowing and he attempts a 'reassuring' smile.
"Something else...,"
Craps being a popular game the table is surrounded. The dealer sees Meila approaching and cracks a smile.
"Newcomer and a pretty one too. Here to blow on someones dice? Or are you here to play?"
When they see you put down your chips they push you over the dice and pull away your chips. You bet on 2 and 9(Castrovel and the total number of planets) everyone cheers excited for beginners luck. . .the dice come up 5 and 6 a loss.
"Oh, too bad sweetheart but you won't walk away on one roll will ya? you have what it takes put down some more tokens lets make you as rich as you are pretty!"
"No no! It's still beginner's luck until I leave the hall, right?" Meila says enthusiastically as she puts another 50 token down.
"Of course you have the right of it I can see the luck dripping off you! Here are your dice my dear lets see those numbers come up!
You realize that 2 isn't a likely result and put your bet on 9.
You rattle the die in your hands and prepare to throw and the crowd at the table gets noisy.
Meila puts all her focus and spirit into these dice before she rolls them.
The die seem to tumble in slow motion after you throw them. The first die comes up 5 the second one spins on its point for a moment and than falls flat revealing a 3. The dealer calls out. "8, too bad doll come on they say three times is a charm your just gettin' the bad rolls out." He eagerly starts to slide the die back toward you expecting you to place more bets.
Meila smacks the whole silverdisk on the table
"It's gonna be nine. All or nothin."
"We got a woman who knows what she is doing shes got the energy! Here ya go sweety make it happen.
You grab the die and hold them to the stars before letting them tumble across the table. You count the pips in slow motion as the die rock to a stop. One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight... "Ohhh you hate to see it I am sorry to say that is another 8. By your declaration I do believe you are out of tokens. I can have a man change you out I am sure you are just a few rolls from a big win I can feel it. What do ya say beautiful?"
Meila's ears go floppy when she sulks. She was sure she was gonna win the big one. When the leader suggests going for more tokens, her eyes brighten up a little, but then she pads her coin purse. "Craps. I'm outta money."
Sgrack notices the men arguing, but does feel it is something weird. Instead, he looks from table to table, unable to understand what is going on in any of them aside from seeing disks changing hands.
Sron notices two men arguing and a third man approaching. Is he reaching for a weapon? He is wary but interested to see tings unfold...
After Meila's losing streak the table quiets down and people go back to their standard betting. Other than the quick argument that took place the hall seem mostly on the up and up with occasional shouts from people winning or losing bets. If you didn't know any better about the state that Torch's economy is i. With the current troubles you wouldn't be able to tell it from in here as people spend their money on drinks, dances and games without a second thought.
Meila walks over to Sron with her ears droopy.
"I'm sorry Sron, I lost it all..."
"Take heart," said Sron. "A life without risk is boring and predictable,"
Meila gives Sron a hug. "Thank you"
”Ha! We agree on something friend Sron?”
Of course," said Sron before adding:"...within limits,"
"There was a reason we were here, right? Not just to watch me lose a buncha money?"
"The Ropefists,".
Sron had hoped that Meila would attract the attention of the thugs who ran this place. Alas, something else would have to do.
"Oh riiight. The Ropefists. The Ropefists that we wanna talk to. The Ropefists that might know something sneaky about the caves. The caves that the Ropefists explored. The Ropefist caves."
"Those Ropefists?"
"Those Ropefists," said Sron, his eyes glowing red. He pased and asked, "My eyes are glowing again aren't they?"
While the existence of the ropefists and that they may work for the Gambling hall isn't really a secret it still isn't information they like blabbed about outloud in front of customers. After Meila's speech and Sron's response a few bouncers corral the two of you into a private room likely normally used for high stakes customers or entertainment.
"Listen here I don't know what you have heard or who you been talking to but the Silverdisk hall is a legitimate business and the Ropefists are paid to guard the place. Plain and simple, whoever went down in those caves did so on their own to collect on the councils reward and gots nothing to do with us. Now if you don't want us to rough you up and send you packing I hopes you understood what I just told ya. Now either go play some games or get out.
As soon as Sgrack sees Meyla and Sron being taken to another room, he follows them and then tries to open the door. "Meila? Sron?"
At least until they state the above the door is locked but as long as you are close to the door you can hear what they say to Meila and Sron
"I did pay two silverdisks." Meila says, hopefully. "What were they after? Cuz maybe we could get it for ya."
Afraid, Sgrack slams his shoulder against the locked door. "MEILAA? SRONN?"
As you can hear, our dear friend Sgrack the orc is very concerned about us," pointed out Sron calmly. It is beyond unfortunate what can occur when he lacks context for his friends being dragged into a room with a locked door,"