Snippet #2815800

The crew all looked at Korrin in silence for a moment, and then they all smiled.

"Well, if it ain't the hunter and fighter from the other night." Mavs said.

"Ye sure ye wanna bet, boy?" Leggy asked.

”Just plain Korrin will do fellas. I’ve had days without a full meal before. I’m sure. Now as I said, My share of dinner and mead for an eight.” Korrin said as he sat, and waited to see how his luck will pan out.

Mavs tossed the die into the cups.

"Aye. Ye got yerself a bet, mister Hunter."

He slammed the cups down, shuffled them about, and held them still while giving Korrin a smirk.

"I hope ye be ready ta give up yer meal fer real there, boy."

He lifted the cups, and... 3 and 5.

"... Wot?"

"HA!" Leggy laughed. "Looks like the boy won our meals, mister Mavs."

Mavs growled and pushed the die towards Korrin as he stood up and stomped off.

”Well, holy shit. I thought all my luck vanished after last night.” Korrin marveled, just as surprised as Mavs was. He honestly expected to lose. There was no way he was that lucky! ”Cause honestly, I wasn’t thinking on winning.”

As Korrin stood and turned, he was met by two pairs of eyes. One was Lemnia's, looking curiously up at him. The other pair belonged to Cretas, who stood with her arms crossed and a calm, angry glare aimed right at him.

"Momma. What does shit mean?" She asked.

Cretas' chin lowered slightly, and her eyes narrowed on Korrin.

Korrin was now pale, realizing what he told Collen was coming true, in a terrible way. ”Oh no...” he thought, as he made a small audible closed mouth nervous squeak in fear of the hell he just brought upon himself.