Throughout the two months they stayed in the Blue Wolf Tribe, Jessica escorted Cassie to a number of different gambling dens. Usually, later into the day. Once after dinner.

A majority of these were places with tents that were spread out to house different sections. All of which were gated off. On the outside, a number of the workers and their families would live. While inside, the games would be hidden out of view.

Outside this commonality, there was a very large tent. It wasn’t the normal tent, instead, of a large finely stitched patches of leather and hides dyed. All after processing to appear as one single sheet of high-grade material.

There were multiple layers to it in a different type of structure. Cassie could see at least three different layers. The first floor was the largest, it took up a section of around twenty to thirty tents. That was including the large space between the tents.

As the unique material came to a second floor, there was not a straight wall but a slanted ceiling type of shape. This continued for the third and fourth floor. In all honesty, it was the largest structure in the tribe. Bright bold symbols that were made using wood that was set aflame, with the meaning of Casino across the front of the structure.

“This is the only official gambling establishment in the tribe.” Cassie commented as she looked at the unfathomably large beast in front of them.

“What does that make all the places we have been before?” Jessica couldn’t help but ask. She knew about backdoor casinos, however, if they were allowed why did they need to hide?

Cassie never answered that question. She just smiled as they entered. Starting out slow, Jessica kept track of her wins and loses. Starting out as just a simple game to occupy a small amount of her time as she waited for Cassie to finish.

Starting from the backdoor casinos, Cassie had wins and loses of different degrees. She moved between the five establishments at different times. Sometimes, once a night for a week. Then she would not go for an entire week, with no pattern in site.

What started as a simple game, started to feel less playful. Cassie won and loss but keeping track, without solid numbers, Jessica only knew she was up. By the end of it, she won way too much money. She would be congratulated, receive sighs telling her better luck next time, and callous jealous remarks.

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Jessica had seen a few people more than once, and they remembered Cassie. Only it was very unlikely, besides them and the owners, nobody seemed to realized that Cassie had made far too much money. So much so, Jessica had asked her multiple times to stop. It was getting dangerous how much she was winning.

Unlike the panic in Jessica’s mind, Cassie was cool and collected. Sitting at the bar, she had a fruit juice, taking a sip. A woman with very dark blue hair on an invisible boundary between blue and black. Her dark blue eyes met Cassie’s as she smiled gently before continuing to watch the floor.

Information flickered through her head, a description matching the woman she had just made eye contact with. Owner of the largest and only official casino in the tribe, Paloma Walker. She was found to be guilty of skimming off the top of profits. Not the worst crime, however, a total estimation of thirty million gold had been taken over the period they had been in business.

The files she had browsed through, when she had met Alta were all information on suspected problematic individuals within the tribe. A big problem with this was that these individuals were still very useful to the tribe.

After a long discussion, a request had come in, to help teach them a lesson. In this way, their fee would be collected, not from the client. Instead, Cassie would win the exact amounts the tribe had found to have been stolen. In a way, chiding those that tried to bite the hand that fed them. This was one of the softer methods used to warn them to not cross the tribe’s bottom-line.

So Cassie went to a smaller gambling den owned by Kenrick Kim, a tall man with ray hair and light blue eyes. He would run his dens in small tents, having his games spread throughout the city. He falsified a ledger showing that they were a so-called legitimate gambling den that didn’t cheat, therefore they lost a lot of money. Making the money they needed to kick up was less.

Her favorite was a gambling den run by Rasul Brooks. This man loved to gamble himself, hosting an upscale card games. Invite only, with very large amounts of money changing hands. Cassie found Jessica’s expression to be fabulous, as she took massive amounts of money in one go. The look of hatred in the short blue haired, dark blue-eyed man’s gaze, was palpable.

Even seeing the next person, she was a bit skeptical about their involvement in tax evasion. The file said Silvius Bell was responsible for numerous errors in their bookkeeping, a bad attempt to hide gains. An average looking man with light blue hair and dark blue eyes. He had a smile on his face as Cassie took the gains she was told to.

Final and last stop was a boorish man, Charlton Griffin. Tall and muscular, with generically blue hair and eyes. It was the main color of the features of the people here, thus making him almost an undistinguishable without his physique. He cussed and shouted as she took her earnings.

In the end, he didn’t dare attack her, though she completely understood how he was responsible for straight out refusing to keep accurate records. She took so much from him, he would likely stop operating. He obviously had no talent in gambling or business.

Having been warned repetitively by Alta to be careful on her way back. Cassie wasn’t too worried. For the request had yet to end, even as they left the Blue Wolf Tribe.