As the three player place their coins in the middle of the table, a bald, and evidently drunk, dwarf with a scar across his left cheek and short red stubble pushes in between the mira and the elf, plonking a tankard of firewhisky and a stack of 5 gold on the table, along with the other coin stacks. Noticing a glance at his drink, he begins to speak.
‘Don’t look at me like that. This is the only decent drink in this hellhole of a city. Good thing I’m headed home soon. Can’t exile me forever, clearly. But where are my manners? The name’s Ironwrit, and I’m joining you ladies in your game. Been a long time since I bet against a drow.’
The dwarf addresses his comments directly to Ryxa, before pulling out a dagger and spinning it,
its point coming to rest on Kyle. Passing a set of dice round, the dwarf makes his roll.
Ironwrit (4)
Ryxa (5)
Rylath (1)
Kyle (1+3)
Ryxa, Kyle and Ironwrit all reveal their coins face up, but Rylath reveals his to be face down with a flourish, scooping in all 20 coins. Another 5 coins each later, and the dagger comes to rest on Ryxa.
Ironwrit (5)
Rylath (4)
Kyle (2)
Ryxa (2+2)
Ryxa and Kyles coins again turn face up, but both Ironwrit and Rylath turn face down, leaving Kyle as the only loyalist, and Ironwrit takes the pot, grinning. As Ryxa drops out, the dwarf hops down from his seat and grins at her.
‘Tell you what, come find me in my shop, down the other side of town. Might make you something, if you ask nicely. After all, everyone, likes a spot of company.’
With that, he turns to leave, shouting out as he does so,
‘Ironwrits forge, just in case.’
(total wins/losses: Ryxa -10g, Rylath +15g, Kyle -10g)