As you swallow the memory berry, you feel something in your stomach clench and your mind seems to fray at the edges for a split second as you experience the memory unfolding in your consciousness.
You groan and rub your face with your hands as the lizard bones drop. You know the pattern before the last even rattles to the ground. All five of the narrow westward coast.
Yemen grins widely, dark skin showing bright, sharp teeth. "What ya say, another round? Can't have that kind of luck all the time." He picks up the bones and sets them into the green, wide rimmed dish again. "I'll triple y'win."
You curse, vividly, calling him the [Trickster] himself! And lay down all your hard earned coin. The faint purple metal glints in the light as if telling you goodbye already.
"Tell you what, two to the mountains to win." Yemen thumps you on the back and hands you the bowl with a friendly guffaw. You nod, casting a quick prayer over the gambling bowl. He laughs again. "You never know when to quit!"
As you return, the memory settles, interlaced with the rest of your recovered life, as if that was just another part of the world and people you left behind. It's hard to shake any of the conviction that it was real and it had happened to you, any more than you would a normal memory.