Although the first snows of winter have come, and the cold, bitter winds of the coming winter chill to the bone, inside The House of Chance it's business as usual.
People of all races gather 'round tables of the different games the gambling parlor has to offer. The buzz of conversation, the clanging of coins, the sigh of disappointment and the cheers of victory are all familiar sounds to the building.
Outside The House of Chance, a pale skinned woman sits in a far corner of the courtyard. She sits alone with a tree to her back, the grey sky above as she fumbles with something concealed in her hand.
silent reflections
- Pugo Redfang
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