Sh'Ky Naes
Summer 20, 514
Sh'Ky Naes was sitting in the Pig's Foot, drinking a beer and rolling some dice with two random strangers. He'd probably never see them again after this, so he didn't have to worry about them recognizing him. Calling out, "Hard eight. All out.", he smiled as the dice turned around and around, finally ending their tumbling roll, and landed on the two fives. Scooping up the small pile of money, he laughed at the other two's glowering faces. These weren't even his loaded dice. Looking to the next one in line to roll, he glared at Sh'Ky and flung his dice down at the table, saying, "Easy eight. Twenty coppers." Grumbling as it landed on an Ace Deuce, he reached into his pocket to get money, and slammed it down in the middle. Looking expectantly towards the next man, Sh'Ky had a twinkle in his eye that could only come from taking another's money.
Calling, "Pass line, half stack," the third man smiled as the dice landed on nine. Frowning, Sh'Ky grudgingly shelled out fifty copper-rimmed mizas, pushing the twenty on the table towards the man as well. And just like that, most of the money I won, I have to steal back. Sliding out the loaded dice from his sleeve while pretending to put down his drink, he held his regular dice in his off-hand. Shaking the loaded dice, he kept his frown on his face as he smiled inwardly. He was about to be one hundred-and-twenty copper mizas richer.
Throwing the dice, he called, "Hard ten, full stack." The other two smirked at his ridiculous call, but their smiles were swiftly wiped off their faces as two fives rolled over, giving Sh'Ky all the money on the table. With feigned surprise, Naes scooped all of the money out of the man's twitching hands. Broadening his smile, he said, "Well, fellows, I've had enough today. Have fun trying to gamble the money back!" Putting the money in his purse, he pranced out of the tavern, to the harsh laughs of the patrons within. With a roar, the two men inside flipped the table and barreled towards the door, and flinging the bar's door open, looked around for Sh'Ky. The dark-haired man, however, was around the side of the building, back against the wall, peeking around the corner. Slipping his dice, both loaded and normal into his pocket, along with his fat purse, he slowly put his hand on the hilt of his sword. It could get messy, although that was not something Sh'Ky wanted.
Calling, "Pass line, half stack," the third man smiled as the dice landed on nine. Frowning, Sh'Ky grudgingly shelled out fifty copper-rimmed mizas, pushing the twenty on the table towards the man as well. And just like that, most of the money I won, I have to steal back. Sliding out the loaded dice from his sleeve while pretending to put down his drink, he held his regular dice in his off-hand. Shaking the loaded dice, he kept his frown on his face as he smiled inwardly. He was about to be one hundred-and-twenty copper mizas richer.
Throwing the dice, he called, "Hard ten, full stack." The other two smirked at his ridiculous call, but their smiles were swiftly wiped off their faces as two fives rolled over, giving Sh'Ky all the money on the table. With feigned surprise, Naes scooped all of the money out of the man's twitching hands. Broadening his smile, he said, "Well, fellows, I've had enough today. Have fun trying to gamble the money back!" Putting the money in his purse, he pranced out of the tavern, to the harsh laughs of the patrons within. With a roar, the two men inside flipped the table and barreled towards the door, and flinging the bar's door open, looked around for Sh'Ky. The dark-haired man, however, was around the side of the building, back against the wall, peeking around the corner. Slipping his dice, both loaded and normal into his pocket, along with his fat purse, he slowly put his hand on the hilt of his sword. It could get messy, although that was not something Sh'Ky wanted.