Timestamp - 20th of Spring, AV 414
"It's all in the throw" A very drunk Garret boasted to someone, or anyone that was listening as he rolled the worn, old pair of dice in his rough hands "Two sixes, two sixes you'll see" He assured as the dice slipped from his grasp, clattering along the long wooden table as Garret's eye fixed on them, not wavering as they came to a stop and sighed. "Six and five" The slimy bastard at the end of the table declared with a satisfied grin as Garret slammed his fist down on the old rickety table that threatened to break beneath it "Curse the gods'" He exclaimed angrily.
He should never had come here, it didn't feel right for him to be in a place like this, he always felt out of sorts amongst a crowd that existed for the sole reason of having fun yet here he was, just one of the hundreds of revellers who had gathered around the blazing fire that illuminated the party, revealing a wealth of gamblers, shop owners, and dancers while a merry tune was played by a rabble of bards and musicians, all of them out to make some gold and bring home a wench to enjoy.
Garret had heard no warning nor noticed any change within in the city but before he knew it drinks were being drunk, bets were placed, and music was being played, prompting a crowd to flock in like the plague, ready to drink, gamble and spend their money away all for the sake of a good time. He didn't even know what they were celebrating, perhaps it was simply the relief of making it through a particularly harsh winter, or maybe it was just in the chaotic city's nature to stop working but Garret had faced his share of scraps last season so he was willing to forgo his usual nature and had joined in, though refused outright to join the gaggle of dancing young adults whose dancing boarded between vulgar and outright illegal, even in a place like Sunberth, and had instead opted to hang around many of the keg stalls that could be found dotted around the blazing fire, drinking more then was humanely possible before heading straight to the dice tables, ready to throw his money away for the sake of some familiarity.
"That'll be ten Mizas ser" The bookie declared with a satisfying grin that irritated Garret to no end. "You ain't havin' my money, those dice are loaded ain't they? I ain't gonna be cheated out of my gold" He announced folding his arms as he stared down at the much smaller, skinnier man. "Those dice are not loaded, you shouldn't gamble what you aren't willing to lose. Now pay up or I'm going to have to get my friend here" He said gesturing to his much bigger, toughing looking friend who appeared to sport a blank expression across his dim face. "Well he's gonna have a lot of trouble with that since I ain't got it" He replied refusing to be intimidated, he may have been unarmoured for a change, choosing to relax in his bloodstained civilian clothes but he was never unarmed, it was a precaution that paranoid and borderline psychotic always took "Bring it on then, I ain't payin' so your gonna have to get your lover boy here to save your skin."
"It's all in the throw" A very drunk Garret boasted to someone, or anyone that was listening as he rolled the worn, old pair of dice in his rough hands "Two sixes, two sixes you'll see" He assured as the dice slipped from his grasp, clattering along the long wooden table as Garret's eye fixed on them, not wavering as they came to a stop and sighed. "Six and five" The slimy bastard at the end of the table declared with a satisfied grin as Garret slammed his fist down on the old rickety table that threatened to break beneath it "Curse the gods'" He exclaimed angrily.
He should never had come here, it didn't feel right for him to be in a place like this, he always felt out of sorts amongst a crowd that existed for the sole reason of having fun yet here he was, just one of the hundreds of revellers who had gathered around the blazing fire that illuminated the party, revealing a wealth of gamblers, shop owners, and dancers while a merry tune was played by a rabble of bards and musicians, all of them out to make some gold and bring home a wench to enjoy.
Garret had heard no warning nor noticed any change within in the city but before he knew it drinks were being drunk, bets were placed, and music was being played, prompting a crowd to flock in like the plague, ready to drink, gamble and spend their money away all for the sake of a good time. He didn't even know what they were celebrating, perhaps it was simply the relief of making it through a particularly harsh winter, or maybe it was just in the chaotic city's nature to stop working but Garret had faced his share of scraps last season so he was willing to forgo his usual nature and had joined in, though refused outright to join the gaggle of dancing young adults whose dancing boarded between vulgar and outright illegal, even in a place like Sunberth, and had instead opted to hang around many of the keg stalls that could be found dotted around the blazing fire, drinking more then was humanely possible before heading straight to the dice tables, ready to throw his money away for the sake of some familiarity.
"That'll be ten Mizas ser" The bookie declared with a satisfying grin that irritated Garret to no end. "You ain't havin' my money, those dice are loaded ain't they? I ain't gonna be cheated out of my gold" He announced folding his arms as he stared down at the much smaller, skinnier man. "Those dice are not loaded, you shouldn't gamble what you aren't willing to lose. Now pay up or I'm going to have to get my friend here" He said gesturing to his much bigger, toughing looking friend who appeared to sport a blank expression across his dim face. "Well he's gonna have a lot of trouble with that since I ain't got it" He replied refusing to be intimidated, he may have been unarmoured for a change, choosing to relax in his bloodstained civilian clothes but he was never unarmed, it was a precaution that paranoid and borderline psychotic always took "Bring it on then, I ain't payin' so your gonna have to get your lover boy here to save your skin."
