"Sure." Lyss slides her winnings next to her initial stake. "You up for two dragons this time? I don't have all night, it'll be my bedtime soon."

If he slides two more forward, she rattles her cup and slams it down before peeking under, if he's unwilling, she'll slide one back to in front of her first.

Kerri looks up at the men surrounding Aimee, finally getting up and going to move them out of the way, "Come now, no need to overwhelm the poor girl."

”2 dragons it is, Hehe - Some posh boys started on a winning streak last night, but you’re luck will run out eventually. Lost a lot of daddy’s money” He slides another 2 Dragons over - ”You uppin the ante?”

The tattooed man scowls at Kerri “What’re ye, jealous? Hidin’ behind that hood, bet yer a real munter.”

Other than the two armwrestlers, the men seem to be in good spirits, drinking and laughing.

"Two for this game, sure. But that won't happen to me, you see. I don't have a daddy."

She peers at  her dice, and looks to be thinking. "I'll stay with these, but if you need a third, you can buy one." 

The half orc puts in another 2 dragons 

 “Haha little one, I’ve got you now!” Sure you don’t want another roll?”

((Was that him buying another die? So pot is now 2 from Lyss, 4 from him?))

"You ready?"

If all bets are ready, she'll lift her cup.

"Why would I roll another when I did it so good the first time?"

Kerri looks at the man, "Certainly not, I'm just suggesting that all of your around her all at once might be a little... overwhelming."

(Yep) “what, I bet you cheated you little pipsqueak!”

"Psssh, I don't need to cheat when I'm so lucky! But I understand if you've had enough..."

She sweeps up the six dragons and drops them in her purse, shaking her head regretfully.

On the off chance that he might be the sort she's looking for, she casually slips one of the dragons between ring and middle finger so it is protruding between her knuckles and uses its edge to scratch at her temple.

 The vile men chuckle as they surround Kerris chair, towering over her “Us two, we’re a pretty big deal, work for some scary folk - you wouldn’t be messin with us would ye?”

The half orc looks around before scratching his nose, keeping eye contact with Lyss. 

"Say mister, I don't suppose you've seen my lost puppy, heard he might have been nosing about down here a couple of nights ago? He's got a really silly name, answers to  Floon. Floon Blagmaar? He's real pretty, for those that like that type, but kind of an idiot, showing up places he doesn't belong. A real silly pup."

She sets the dragon down on the table in front of her and rolls the dice cup back and forth between it and the half-orc.

“I just know the pups that come to my table. Floon ye say? Sounds familiar. What’s yer puppy look like?”

Lyss scrunches her nose and leans forward a bit, dropping the pretense as she speaks quietly.

"Well...I've not seen him, just looking to find him, but you see that ridiculous hat the painted tart is wearing? She talked Floon's best friend out of that hat. So he looks like the kind of person who would be friends with a guy that wears a hat like that."

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Lyss scrunches her nose and leans forward a bit, dropping the pretense as she speaks quietly.

"Well...I've not seen him, just looking to find him, but you see that ridiculous hat the painted tart is wearing? She talked Floon's best friend out of that hat. So he looks like the kind of person who would be friends with a guy that wears a hat like that."

the half orc shows recognitions  ”Ah yes, Volo, famous author, wizard and bad friend - he came to my table with a floppy posh boy, I took a lot of his money before he left his friend here, out of his mind drunk, easy pickings for me.”

"The very same. You happen to see where the floppy posh pup went after you were so kind as to lighten his purse?", Lyss asks with a grin.

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Rosamunde flashes the barman a flirtatious smile in response to his question, "well you know what they say... nice girls are bad girls that never get caught but I do appreciate the thought. I'm just here helping out my girlfriend over there," pointing at Aimee, "she's looking for someone... a fancy lad fop named Floon Blagmaar who she met a few nights back at a festhall. What she sees in him I got no clue, Elfmaids, you know how they are. Speaking for myself, I prefer real men... rugged hairy men... not hairless dandies like Floon." Rose gave the barman a sly wink, "say... what time do you get off duty working behind the bar? Maybe once my girlfriend and I find Floon I can come back here so you and I can go somewhere private."

 

 ”Well, that’s a tempting offer, but I know yer type lass. All promises, no follow through.” He leans in close to Rose and whispers, tipping his hat over his face. “Just say.... someone’s got yer friend, what’d ye do to ‘em? An’ what’d you do for the fella that sent you their way?” Before leaning back and announcing, “I don’t know no Floon anyway.” 

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"The very same. You happen to see where the floppy posh pup went after you were so kind as to lighten his purse?", Lyss asks with a grin.

 “I don’t watch people when they leave my table. He stayed for a while though, with a friend... but the price for that name is a little higher. I’m already down, need to break even at least.

Lyss slides another four alongside the one and raises an eyebrow.