Emillion NPCs (emillionnpcs) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-11-05 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !npc: duke reinholdt, !npc: edgar chere |
A gamble.
Who: Edgar Chere & Duke Reinholdt
What: A gamble.
Where: Emillion - Back room of a bar!
When: Today - Late evening (10pm).
Rating: PG
"I'll take that bet." Came the somewhat cheerful, and mildly smugly assured tone of Edgar. "A wicked wager?" Reinholdt coudln't help but be at least mildly amused by the other man. He'd heard rumors, smatterings here and there about Chere's money, and bravado, but he yet had been able to witness such for himself until this little gambling session had fallen into place. "The worst you can make." Though, something gleamed in Chere's eye that if Reinholdt had been anything but a master of disguise, and a flawless actor might have appeared to have been made slightly uncomfortable by. "The wickedest wager we will make." "What if we wager something more interesting than gil or property?" "What would you be willing to wager?" "What if we wager Emillion itself?" Reinholdt couldn't help but bark out a laugh, feeling Chere's grab at... Whatever it was a bit too much. "While I wish we us fabulous fellows had the perfect power to do so, I fret and fear that is not so." "Then maybe something a little less grand, yes?" "What wish would you hold?" "Your most prized item then?" "I fear to inform that my wonderful wife is not up for bids." "Not that, something a little more deadly than a woman, Reinholdt. I think you know what I mean, something I have yet to find on my own due to where its gone." And with those words Chere smiled, gesturing for the dealer to give him a new hand. Reinholdt's cheerful, and joking smile fell away to something a little strained, but still a smile regardless of himself. "That is a grand gamble you seek to secure. Why would I choose to wistfully wager such a grand and great treasure when you have held so little of my immense interest?" "I think I could wager something you might want. That is, assuming you enjoy wholes of things over halves." And Chere's smile held the faintest sinister edge to it then as eyes popped up over the cards in his hand to look Reinholdt dead on. "Deal." Came the firm, command from Reinholdt to the card dealer, and quickly the cards shot out, amassing on the table top before him for Reinholdt's hand. "Then you accept my wager?" "I accept your defeat." |