"Ah, a healer! Always nice to have someone with that talent in this town. I suspect you will not want for a chance to demonstrate your ability, unfortunately. As for the Thasselonian ruins and the cybermages, I can't help you there, but if you could heal, I could give you a few names of people at the arena, who are always looking to be patched back up. Don't go mentioning my name too loudly, though, there are some rough feelings about me over there right now."
”Well friend Eroril, with Torag’s strategy and Desna’s luck, you may have an advantage over the other gamblers. As long as it is not unfair advantage we should get along fine.”
To Ironleg, "I have been focusing my healing efforts on the dwarves returning from the Gas Forge, but I can lend my healing hands to any in need (for a small price). One must eat. Thank you for the tip."
To Kozaric, "Of course, Torag would look very unkindly on any treachery of that kind."
To both, "With that, I am off to try my hand at this golem game. I wish each of you a quiet evening. Perhaps, after the night's festivities, we will see each other again."
Eroril moves to a table and watches for a while to get a feel for the rules and the particpants. After some time, he takes his seat at the table.
Kozaric nods at Eroril as he leaves. “Well Ironleg, we aren’t getting paid 10 gold to stand around, I will take the north tables, and watch for undesirables, good hunting.“ Kozaric nods to Ironleg and makes his way to the other side of the Gold Goblin.
To Kurth, "Indeed. It should certainly help to mollify the sting of any potential losses as well I should dare say." Finishes his ale, and asks the bartender if he has any wine.
Ironleg shakes his head at the opulence Saul has presented for his tourney. Devils, souls, levels of Hell, gold, it was going to be an interesting tourney, of that he was sure. Once the cards were shuffled and the games began, he tried to keep a careful eye out for anything hinky going on.
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Eroril begins play and watches as the cards are dealt to him.
Kozaric watches the proceedings with a mix of amusement and trepidation. He stares at Saul and slowly shakes his head. “The things that humans consider entertainment.” He then turns towards the closest gaming table, intent on his duty.
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Eroril bets 2 gold pieces:
Kozaric moves himself to keep the men in his line of sight and continues to scan the tables for cheats.
Cavan is far more interested in the beautiful succubi attendants, and the devil in the cage than he is in the gambling. He grabs his wine and wanders over to the nearest succubus and tries to start a conversation. While smiling and trying to be charming, he says, "So, which precise ring of hell is it that you're from again?"
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Ironleg nonchalantly walks behind the Bounder table in question hoping to be able to establish sight lines along the same as those possessed by the lovers. He is hoping he might notice if any patron or player is returning the strange glances to the couple.
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Feeling lucky Kurth puts down 5 gp
Kozaric continues to pay attention to the men but still observe others at the table.
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"No need to blow all of my good fortune at once. 'Tis just a minor setback." Eroril places two more gold pieces down.
Kozaric weaves his way through the customers to change his position in relation to the men, still keeping them in his line of sight and visible.
Observing the actual cheating, Ironleg quickly moves toward the table, and quietly bends over and addresses the gentleman, outside of the earshot of the rest of the table. "Excuse me sir, but you and your friend need to step outside. I saw your tinkering with the dice roll. That type of behavior isn't tolerated here. If you leave now, there wont' be any trouble."
"Well even aint gonna buy me dinner tonight." he says and put down all of the gold again.
cursing his luck Kurth shove out his chair rather roughly and leaves the table heading towards the bar.
Cavan: "Honestly, the Devil's Mark sounds more to my liking; I'm not a gambling man. I just came for the show. Actually I just got into Riddleport earlier this afternoon, and I thought it might be an interesting show." Cavan pauses to sip his drink. "I've come in pursuit of arcane knowledge. I'm Cavan by the way. Are you a native of Riddleport?"
Ironleg: The man bristles.
"And just who might you be, little man?"
Heads turn. The fellow in wizard robes, to the other side of the one-eyed woman, puts a protective arm around her.
"I am security hired by Mr. Vaskaskerin to protect the integrity of this tournament. Please walk outside with me, and be on your merry way." He leans closer to the two and whispers, "It would be better for you to come with me now, lest I am forced to remove you. Which I am authorized to do."
"The gods are testing my faith. I shall not disappoint them. Here is my bet." Eroril places two more gold pieces down, confident that his faith will be rewarded.
"Not to worry, not to worry. I was something of a mathematical prodigy as I was growing up. I understand the ways of gambling. I know that good fortune will turn my way soon." Eroril places 2 more gold pieces in front of him.
Undeterred Eroril places 2 more gold pieces down from his ever dwindling stack.
"Aye - that's more like it. I knew Desna's light would shine on me soon. Its all about faith, ladies and gentleman." Eroril adds the one gold piece back to his stack and places the other two gold back out as his bet.
He also does a perception check to see how things are proceeding in the rest of the room.
"Sir, I must insist you come with me. Your evening in the Goblin is over, I am afraid."
"Thank you for your cooperation, sir. Have a pleasant evening." The dwarf nods toward the gentleman, all the while making sure that the cheater vacates the premises.
To the succubus "My name's Cavan by the way; I'm new in town. Maybe you could tell me a bit about Riddleport."
"I see the final table is beginning to fill. Torag please ask Desna to speed her good fortune my way soon." Implores Eroril as he places 3 gold pieces in front of him. He also makes another check around the room to see if other players are beginning to advance. Perception
Kozaric continues to move around the gaming tables looking for cheaters.
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"Bah - I need to stop worrying about the other tables and focus on this one. Breaking even won't get me to the final table." Eroril places the 3 gp back on the table.
Seeing the fellow out the door, Irongleg turns and gets back to his job.
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Kozaric returns Mr. Vankaskerkin nod and notices the thugs movement. Everything looks normal but Kozaric has been taught that looks sometimes can be deceiving. He moves through the crowd to position himself so he can keep an eye on the men and look in the direction that they turned.
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Kurth orders and empty another mug of ale and whipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
Grumbling he moves over to a new table and places 3 gold pieces. His fists is clenching and unclenching in anticipation.
Having finished his conversation, Cavan goes by the bar and grabs another drink. Then decides to investigate the place more closely. He wanders the perimeter of the room examining the ins-and-outs of the casino.
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