ALTAIR/DAMIA | 10:45pm, before game - COMPLETE
Altair shot her a curious glance as she walked past him. Was she speaking from experience? Had she gambled in a place where there were people waiting in the shadows of an alley to rob patrons of their winnings? Altair had frequented his own fair share of seedy dives—never for gambling, but certainly on behalf of some of his other vices. He really knew very little of Damia at all.
Shaking his head, he sipped his tonic and continued to scan the warehouse for familiar faces.