Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160614222410/@comment-5543592-20160615195451

Crimson took them from her with an exagerated bend of the elbow, and rolled in an off-hand gesture, tossing the dice to the table, ending up with a four and five. He wouldn't win, but didn't lose either, since Diana and the other soldier had tied, ending the round.

"Damnit." Crimson cursed, before pulling a fat coin purse from his belt and adding it to the pot which sat at the center of the table. It had been meager and Crimson's addition raised the sum of prize money greatly. All the soldiers' eyes widened, and one even began to salivate. There were frequent ties in dice, with rare victories, especially in larger groups, and none wanted to risk too much money in fear that, on one go, someone would win it all.

"Ya going to add yer own in?" Crimson asked them, impatient. "Or are you too scared?  I know I pay ya enough to afford it."

There was visual hesitence among the soldiers, but none of them wanted to look bad in front of their boss and their comrades, and the potential risk was worth the reward. After all, mercenaries were the sor that risked life for money.

All four of them pulling bags of gold out, and tossed them into the center of the table, where a small fortune was now amassing.

"I'm glad to see I at least hire men with guts." Crimson said hautily, folding his arms, before glancing sideways at Diana, as if daring her to make her own addition to the pile of coin purses.