"I like a man who's decisive." BRaddly says, "and that's comin' real close. Just one more pip and you'd find the Arrow, but the Troll just wasn't with you on that one. Care to try again?"

BRaddly collects the Kenku's two coins.

(Double'd down for the Dash. You'd win on a 10, but you'd double your winnings on a 9. And of course, Dash or no, you could come out even with a 2.)

"I'm ready for another go!"

The warforged throws down another coin and rolls the die(5).

(Got it, so if I don't dash, I add the total from my first roll to that one. Sounds good)

With a gleam in his eye, Kinnik places another coin on the table, then another, and another until a small tower of 10GP rests in front of him. He smiles and spreads his arms expansively, and appearing above his head like a neon sign "TREASURE TROLL" gleams once again. 

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"That's what we like to hear! Place your bets the more the merrier!"

BRaddly drops the dice once more. They rattle down a short ramp onto that table. Traps: 4

"Them traps, yo. One nimble thief disables a pressure plate, and finds the charred remain of another beyond. The troll appears..." He collects Kinnik's 10 coins. Troll: 9

"Another big one. Will your treasure hunter escape?"

"Dash! Dash for your life!"

The warforged crosses his fingers and rolls once more(5).

"Alas. It seems this is the end for Cap the warforged. Oh, how foolish I was, rushing headlong into danger, just for a quick coin. Alas, now I have fallen, and this world shall no longer know me... I mean, until I bet again. Then the world shall know me. And I'll get that goddamn hoard even if it kills me! Which it most likely will!"

"Don't be dissuaded. Another shot could turn your luck around. Place your bets." 2 coins are slipped from the table into the table's bank.

Kinnik eyes the warforged and sends a message. "Keep him talking- keep him happy."

The bird waves over a server and orders a fantasy rum and coke (? Rum and... Croak? Like a witch's brew?)

As he sips, CHICANERY appears in block script above his head. 

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A lanky monster with carefully groomed fur walks into the Gaming Lounge. He sits down at the table across from Kinnik. He speaks in a rough voice that has been tailored to meet the demands of civilizations. "What a fine day it is. Would you mind if I join your game?'

He pays the ante of 2 gold and rolls his mark: 2

Little if any arbitration should be needed for Chicanery, but staff in the lounge can help clarify the rules and solve disputes if needed.

(FeeI free to play outside the 24-hour interval of BRaddly's table.)

Cap throws two more gold pieces on the table and rolls again(6).

"That's the way to go, send in a capable team."

"Will you find the board?" Traps: 5

"Not quite. Time to make your escape." Troll: 3

"The troll kicks. What an unpleasant end."

(I had hoped the players would have better luck to start. Keep you interested.)

(the house could always comp some rooms)

"Place your bets."

The bugbear sits down at one of the Treasure Troll tables, places 5 gold pieces down and rolls a thief.

Thief: 6

"Welcome have a seat. Try not to scare away the other clients, eh big guy? Who else will challenge the Troll!"

"I shall!"

Cap places down yet another coin and rolls once more(6)

"You shall sneak in the back way!"

Kinnik sips at his drink. 

1 more GP rolling... 2