Decadance flows through the room like an over filled wine goblet. Fine

silk curtains cover the entrances north and west. You see card tables

made of cedar and silver scattered accross the room. Gathered around

are lucky winners and drunken losers, both looking for that next big

lucky streak, but only one seeming to find it and the other wishing

the day had never begun and drowning more in their sorrow and drink.