It is always said in the dark corners of elf town, that if you are playing a card game with a Dark Elf, you will always lose. It’s not that someone is lucky or that they have more knowledge, it’s that, it is impossible to read a Delve or that is what they liked to be called by there friends, though if you’re not there friend, I would highly not recommend that you call them that. Flix sat at one of these risky games in the wrong part of town. If he won, he might not leave with his life. “Flix its your go,” a large green Ogre creature was saying. A fox looking creature was humming as if to say its about time. Flix looked at his stones, they were a middle of the road hand. But he bet high. They both coughed and everyone around the table exhaled. There was a balancing spire at the end of the table, if your win two rounds in a row, which was hard to do, you had a chance to throw a stone at the spire. If you knocked the spire off, winner take all. If you miss game continues until your Jurainium which looks like transparent red glass which passes for currency on this world becomes exhausted. Grode, the ogre and Widler the fox folded, which was all there Jurm. Flix looks around picks up a black sword that looks like a stone and sent it spinning sideways to knock the spire clean off the table. You’ll be good chaps and clean that up wont you, Flix said with smile, as he stuffed his pockets. I smell a cheater Grode was saying when Flix got a beep on his comtalker. Sorry guys, gotta run seams there is a problem at the palace. “Hey Widler,” was yelling, but Flix was already out the door.

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