Eridanus shook the cup, slamming it on the table confidently and he revealed the dice, totalling up the sum to 12 out of the possible maximum of 20. It wasn't a particularly good throw, but at least it was slightly above average. He stared at Bob as the man weakly shook his cup, revealing an inferior total from his own total.
One score for the champion, baby.
Bob had a sort of defeated look when he saw the results, but he was still not totally dejected and had the look of someone who thought that he could still win. Well, the odds were tipped against the man, for Eri only needed to win one more round and the game was his.
Hoping that luck shone on him, he shook his cup again, placing it on the table and releasing the container slowly. It was a... one. He moved the container again, revealing another one.
Okay, this is pretty bad.
The Vantha looked up to see Bob peering over at his scores, and the midget sniggered when he saw the two ones peeking out of the container. Sighing, the Vantha removed his cup totally, revealing dual ones and a sad two, coming up to a petching grand total of four. It seemed that the fates probably hated him, why couldn't he get say, the maximum instead of the side of the minimum? Eridanus briefly considered declaring double ones as an instant win, for they had not really established the rules, but what little sense of integrity he had advised against doing so, and he reassured himself that this was not a desperate game to him anyway, it was not as if there was an axe waiting over his neck to decapitate him the instant he lost the game. He had seen such high-stakes gambles before and shuddered mentally at the thought of participating in one of them. He'd much rather go down fighting in glorious combat than because he lost a dice game. He imagined trying to explain the circumstances of his death to Lhex and probably inviting a snigger or two from the god of reincarnation. Nope, not a good idea.
He did not notice Bob's throw, for the man would be hard-pressed to find a combination that would lose unless he drew triple ones. He probably wouldn't anyway, and it meant that Eri would have to win the next throw in clinch a decisive victory. Bob took his silence to mean that he was demoralized, and he offered him to give up the game now. That would be insane, for probabilities dictated that each of them had an equal chance of winning, with the last round finally deciding the win. Why should he give it up without a fight? That also meant that Bob was not confident in clinching the last round, and so Eri shook his head, his own confidence bolstered by Bob's apparent lack of it.
They both shook their cups, and slammed it on the table. By now there was a decent crowd gathering around the table, and some enterprising vagrant has already begun to run his own gambling round, collecting odds and such. From the murmurs of the crowd, it was interesting to hear that the odds were on Bob to win, and Eridanus inferred that Bob was an old hand at this, and so no one in the right mind would bet on a fresh face like his.
Removing their cups slowly, it seemed that was a hushed silence as both competitors and the crowd held their breath in anticipation of what the cups would reveal. They both revealed the first two dice, bringing both their totals to 5. The intensity of the air was building, for the final dice would reveal the winner. So far they had been evenly matched, each taking one round and the first two dice of their last round matching each other.
Eridanus held his breath, as he revealed the last dice hoping to score a superior number over Bob. This was it, the one that would determine the victor. He saw a dot, a second, and finally two more dots symmetrically etched and he removed his cup with a flourish, a satisfied grin on his face.
Hah, beat that you gambling addict.
The crowd murmured in panic as those who bet against the Vantha began to realize that their money might not be as guaranteed as they thought it would. Bob glanced at his score, but showed no signs of panic. Revealing his cup, he showed a five and Eridanus swore quite colourfully, mixing up both Vani and Common curses and slamming the table with his hands.
He lost by one. If he lost by a large amount he might just have accepted his fate, but the fates were cruel enough to ridicule him by a loss of one. Bob gave a self-sure smirk and told him to get lost, heading towards the young woman.
Okay, game's up.
Before Bob could approach the lady, Eridanus stepped forward in long strike to grab the midget's shoulders again, spinning him around quite easily to face him.
"Bob, petch this. Are you serious about going through with that? What about our appointment regarding your cane sword?"
He muttered to himself about how Zenai did not tell him about Bob's seeming insanity or amnesia, or maybe he just had a short attention span. As he was muttering, Bob would only catch phrases of 'mist', 'Zenai' and 'insane' along with a collection of pretty colourful adjectives.
When he thought of Bob's offer days ago in the rolling fog, it was then it hit him. They had met while he was in his Leth-blessed form, of course he wouldn't recognize him! He realized that the human had not seen him in the day when he was in his mortal Vantha shell, and he also face-palmed. This entire misunderstanding could be cleared if he had told Bob. Regardless, the damage was already done and he sought to clarify the issue.
"Bob, it's me, Eridanus. Team B.E.D.Z., remember?" He began quickly, lowering his voice so that his true nature would not be found out by curious onlookers. Steering the man out of the tavern, he continued, "I'm an Ethaefal, just think of us as a sort of kelvic race which undergoes involuntary transformation whenever day shifts to the night, and night shifts to day."
If Bob had not met his kind before, he would not be surprised for Ethaefals were rare even in the land of the living, since they obviously did not belong here. He knew that kelvics were common, and this was the quick analogy he could use to quickly clarify matters with his friend before things got ugly.