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As he approached he observed the table. Lonán felt the need to understand what exactly was going on. Especially since it covered his favorite kind of dice game. A man hired by the establishment rolls two dice and keeps them hidden from view. The players bet on how the dice would add up, even number or odd. If you guessed right, you earned the pot. If more guessed right, the pot would be split. If all guessed wrong however, the dealer earned it.

It was the most simplest game, yet also the most easy to cheat at if you’re good. Lonán saw from a poor farmer’s sniffing, that he wasn’t good. ”Definitely not him. One of the others at best.” He thought, observing two men who seemed to look at Lonán like he was fresh meat. Lonán took a seat next to the farmer, and silently gave a vow to not only play for his luck.

”Evening Gentlemen. Mind if I play a few rounds? I promise to be out of your hair shortly.” Lonán asked cordially, and one of the more well dressed men nodded.

“Right! Get ready!” The dice roller shouted as he put the dice in the cup and rolled it and slammed it down on the table. “Place your bets!” Lonán watched as the well dressed man and his friend bet even, with 3 silver each, and the farmer hesitated. Lonán, gave a small smile as he placed one silver onto odd, as the farmer looked at him before deciding to test the luck of this new addition.

The cup was raised. 3 and 2. Odd. ”Hm. Nice. Give four silver to my new friend here, he seems to be a good luck charm.” Lonán says, trying to fake charm. ”Now, before the next round, I want to Ask, I heard from a little flower that one of you gentlemen can help me. An associate of mine is looking for a friend, woman with red hair, curves, and such.” The well dressed man coughed, as Lonán smirked Mentally.

“If you win the next round sir. I will tell you. Lose, and you get out of my sight.” The man said. Lonán nodded. The Roller started the new round. The well dressed man as if to sweeten the deal, bet twenty silver, this time on odd. The other man sat out, as if waiting for something. Lonán took a deep breath and thought carefully as the roller began to roll the dice in the cup, as He noticed out of the corner of his eye Linde winking at him and blowing a kiss as he seemed to fumble his roll a bit, and slammed down.

Lonán took his gamble and threw two silver on even, the farmer following suit. Tension filled the air once more, but it was the tension of the game, as The Saharan prepared for anything! The Roller lifted up his cup. Four and Four. Even.

The Well Dressed man snapped his fingers as the other man got up to prepare to beat on Lonán. He slowly got up as well, and knew he was in trouble. Before he did anything, he simply said, ”Give 7 to my friend will you? He might want to leave.” the roller, understanding did just that as the farmer began to back away for the door.

Then it began. The Man in front of him was obviously a hired guard, who proceeded his first assault with a swing towards him. Lonán moved out of the way of the first punch but felt the sting of a right hook onto his stomach. The hired hand grabbed Lonán and lifted him by the shoulders.

“You’re pissing on the wrong people Saharan. Go back to the sand dunes.” He insulted as Lonán Glares and simply did the only thing available to him. He gave the biggest snarl he could muster and yelled out ”For Heresta!!!!” kicked the hired thug in the groin, stunning him into releasing him.

The Well dressed man meanwhile tried to make for the door. ”Linde, make sure our friend doesn’t leave!” Lonán called as the Thug tried to recover, only to get a bottle struck on his head, by a still flustered Rose. Nodding once in thanks the Saharan began to join Linde to confront the man.