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Raffles & Giveaways
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A smallish dragon dressed in a fine velveteen jacket stands behind the stand, labeled 'Gambler's Gate'. He stands tall, and his mannerisms depict that of someone with great wealth. He gives you a wide grin as you approach the stand, eyes locking you into an unbreakable stare. His words flow like silk as he speaks in rhyme;
[indent][b]"Step right up! Care to wager a bet? Oh but you haven't heard the prizes yet!
Each bag will cost you 50 big ones, but some are worth much more.
Not all, I'm afraid, for some are less, and will leave you feeling sore.
That's the thing with gambling folk, you bet for one or the other!
I simply hope I don't bleed you dry and send you crawling back to mother!"[/b][/indent]
The dragon gives you a wider, sly smile, a wicked laugh escaping it's closed teeth. He pushes forward a pile of velvet bags drawn with a string, all marked by the same letter. Before you can reach forward to take one, however, the dragon slams a glass jar down in front of you; it's filled with bills of varying values. He clearly expects you to drop your own cash into the jar before you can proceed with his little game..
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"Step right up! Care to wager a bet? Oh but you haven't heard the prizes yet!
Each bag will cost you 50 big ones, but some are worth much more.
Not all, I'm afraid, for some are less, and will leave you feeling sore.
That's the thing with gambling folk, you bet for one or the other!
I simply hope I don't bleed you dry and send you crawling back to mother!"
Each bag will cost you 50 big ones, but some are worth much more.
Not all, I'm afraid, for some are less, and will leave you feeling sore.
That's the thing with gambling folk, you bet for one or the other!
I simply hope I don't bleed you dry and send you crawling back to mother!"
The dragon gives you a wider, sly smile, a wicked laugh escaping it's closed teeth. He pushes forward a pile of velvet bags drawn with a string, all marked by the same letter. Before you can reach forward to take one, however, the dragon slams a glass jar down in front of you; it's filled with bills of varying values. He clearly expects you to drop your own cash into the jar before you can proceed with his little game..
