Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20151120185239/@comment-26103034-20151120211549

Tendr threw the dice once more, crossing his fingers.

They spun and Tendr held his breath. They landed and Tendr swore.

"A 1 and a 2," said the Breton he was playing, happily, "That makes 7. I win."

Tendr begrudgingly handed over 10 septims, shaking his head as he did so.

"That's it. I'm not losing any more money to you. Still want to be able to buy a few more drinks after this one," he said, holding up his mead.