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(More story time!)

(Banditt aka Bandict is an infamous card sharp and swindler who has gambled and charmed his way across much of the known world, earning the enmity and admiration of the rich and foolish alike. He rarely takes things seriously, greeting each day with a mocking smile and an insouciant swagger. In every possible way, Banditt always has an ace up his sleeve.)

**He grinned at his opponent, a greedy merchant whose fortune was built on the whipped backs of enslaved miners. The man's robes were expensive: Vaskyrjorn furs, hand-tooled leather, and Gethlehem sea charms. Every finger boasted a ring of blood gold worth more than most men would see in a lifetime. Aromatic smoke drifted from clay pipes to hang over the fortune in coin, jewelery, and deeds lying between them like a pirate's treasure horde.

**Banditt nodded toward the merchant. I do believe it's your call, Master Denmar.

I am aware of the rules, cowboy. **As he said this, Banditt ran his tattooed fingers in a repeating spiral pattern on the backs of his cards.

And do not think any of your fancy sleight of hand is going to distract me into making an error of judgment.

*exuding laconic confidence in every gesture* Distract you? I declare, I would never stoop to such a low and dishonorable ruse.

No? Then why is it your eyes keep darting from the table...? Listen closely, I have negotiated with the best of them, and I know the tell of a desperate man when I see it.

**Banditt gave a sly grin, swapping the cards between his hands and theatrically doffing his wide-brimmed hat.

You're sharp, sir. I can see that *sweeping his gaze across the gathered crowd*

**The usual collection of hangers-on; men and women hoping that whoever won might be generous to those nearby. The cards trembled as Banditt's eyes fell upon certain individuals and he felt his mouth fill with the rancid flavor of sour milk. He’d long learned to trust that reaction as a sign of imminent bedlam.

There. A man with an eye patch and a flame-haired woman. They were almost certainly armed and well aware of his slippery nature. Did he know them? Probably not. Were they working for Denmar, protecting his assets? Unlikely. A man like Denmar would make it obvious who he'd brought. Bounty hunters then. The cards were growing ever more alarmed in Banditt's hands. He slipped them together and placed them flat on the table.

You have a look that tells me you know you have already lost.

Then what say we make this a little more interesting, sir? *spreading the cards in a fan and watching as the hunters eased closer*

Care to double down?

Are you able to cover that much?

Easily. *locking his gaze with the merchant and lifting a heavy pouch of coins from the voluminous pockets of his long coat*

Can you?

**Denmar licked his lips and snapped his fingers. A flunky behind the merchant handed him a matching bag of coins. The patrons of Fortune's Glory gave a collective moan as it was added to the gold heaped in the middle of the table. Wars had been waged for less coin than was at stake here.

You first.

Always. *flips over his cards as the bounty hunters made their move*

**The man with the eye patch lunged at him with a capture collar. The woman shouted his name and drew a matching pair of pistols.

Banditt kicked the underside of the table, spinning it into the air in a shower of coins, cards, and parchment. The pistols fired with deafening roars, blasting fist-sized holes in the table. The capture collar snapped closed, but when the smoke cleared and the screams stopped, Banditt was nowhere to be found.

Denmar rose to his feet, his face twisted in outrage as he searched in vain for his opponent. He looked down at the broken pieces of the table and the color drained from his face.

Where is the money?! Where is my money?!

**Five cards fluttered face-up to the floor of Fortune's Glory.

**A winning hand.

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Ah...

Then your congratulations is a teensy bit late...

*holds up a baby*

Meet your son, ed.

*rubs eyes*

Son...?

How is that possible...?

I don't remember not using that trick...

And even then, you're infertile as an omnibus...

But still...

If it's true...

I'm happy for it...

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Cheesy romantic drama, eww.

Much plot development. Very drama.

Wow.

Oh, yes, Verdict.

Can you watch my back so I can retrieve the things that I let scatter over the caves?

There was a thing Susan gave to me a long time ago which was in my coat's pocket...

I just need you to tell me if I'm being followed by any of the hounds...

*steps into the cave searching for his stuff, not awakening the hellhounds*

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Read back what happened last night.. ^_^

Too lazy.

Oh, yes, Verdict.

Can you watch my back so I can retrieve the things that I let scatter over the caves?

There was a thing Susan gave to me a long time ago which was in my coat's pocket...

I just need you to tell me if I'm being followed by any of the hounds...

*steps into the cave searching for his stuff, not awakening the hellhounds*

Sure, no thing.

*becomes your shadow*

I liked it.. I'm just not that familiar with all the Verdicts.

You will soon..... Maybe... After I come up with more lore.

(I did read it completely.)

(Vera noice.)

(Danke.)

(Now I gotta do more.)

I liked the big wall, just didn't know what to do bout it.

Also...

*pokes hela*

Wakey wakey...

Well, I'm glad you liked it.

*wakes up violently again, clawing anything in front of her*

Huh?

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Sure, no thing.

*becomes your shadow*

And please, don't wait 'till the s**t hits the fan...

Ah well.

It seems the hellhounds are asleep.

*stands up and walks around the cave, looking for his things*

And there's my coat...

*grabs it*

But what I'm really looking for is nowhere near...

*drops it and walks around*

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And please, don't wait 'till the s**t hits the fan...

Ah well.

It seems the hellhounds are asleep.

*stands up and walks around the cave, looking for his things*

And there's my coat...

*grabs it*

But what I'm really looking for is nowhere near...

*drops it and walks around*

Hmm...

Stop.

There's a hellhound, 10 'O' clock.

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