Krystal decides to bow out of betting this time around. It seems like it was one of those days where she needed to cool off. But she made her way over to Liza. "Alright, I know when I'm beat," she acknowledged. [B]"So when would ya want that favor to happen?"
Whats a small favor between Gals like us honey? Youre up for watching my back tonight? I would call that favor enough partner.
"Sure thing?" Krystal nods. "Though I'd be hard to guess anyone who'd wanna take you on in a fight."
"Sure thing?" Krystal nods. "Though I'd be hard to guess anyone who'd wanna take you on in a fight."
Idiots, greedy idiots, Irate Demons because I got that Nocticula cosplay wrong... Seriously, I didnt notice that one of the tails fell off, I did sparr with Ragnar and he pretty conclusively won that so I guess we can add "F@%@ing Mercenary Hulks who want to prove something".
"Well... I can't help much with that last one. I learned first hand about that guy's strength. Everything else is fair game!"
She slung an arm around Liza's shoulders. "I can vouch for ya for a job here if ya want. It's not often someon3 can have an actual demon-spawn as a succubus."
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Action and patrons swirl around the gambling room, cheers of victory and groans of loss echo and combine into a constant din.
At the Skiffs table, Brand's game is going badly, but he rallys to gain back his initial stake. Morrolan is more fortunate, seeing a flaw in their opponent's stategy, winning 25 sp.
Over at the golem table, Liza once again befuddles the competition, raking in 30gp in winnings.
The only security seems to be the six or so large men arrayed around the gaming room.
The 'succubi' do not appear to have anywhere to hide a weapon, their outfits are much too skimpy.
Hard to tell if Vancaskerkin is armed.
Your vantage point isn't the greatest to see how other are doing in the contest.
Perception
Sense Motive
All of you at one point or another during the evening, had cause to notice a one-eye woman, accompanies by 4 thuggish looking men. She has played and occasionally chatted with a wizardly looking gentleman.
You notice the one-eyed woman pause in the middle of the tumult of the gambling floor. Her and her four companions suddenly become tense and seem to close their eyes at the same time
You notice the one-eyed woman glance furtively towards one of the lavatories. Looking over you see the her wizardly companion within, scroll unfurled, lips moving as his eyes traverse the magical symbols written there.
Liza had an uncanny ability in the gambling ring. She would be a good recruit, she thought as she observed how the woman worked.
That said, she always had eyes on the group in general, never knowing who may be causing trouble. Case in point? The one-eyed woman with her entourage. Normally that wouldn't be too much of a problem, but seeing them sync their blinks together was far too much of a tell that something was going on. Worse than that was the fact that the wizard looked like he was making his move.
"Excuse me for a bit. Duty calls." The rogue sought to make her way towards the wizardly figure. Possibly an accomplish? Or is it a couple she's dealing with. Either way she was going to find out.
In an intuitive flash, Morrolan closes his eyes as well, relying for a second on his spirit animal's blindsight to keep watch. He disguises the action by bending over to pet his dog, "Who's a good Khaavren?" while getting a bit of a slobbering...
Liza eagerly counts her winnings, carefully pocketing them into her filling coin pouch.