A Crowded Allirian Street
Steps pounded against pavement, the incoherent murmuring of voices filled the air, and an overwhelming aroma of scents from all of the street vendors assaulted Wynn’s nostrils. It was just another day on the crowded thoroughfare into Alliria’s town center. This was always the spot that the gambler picked to set up his little games for a variety of reasons.
First, it was within eyesight of the guards which usually relaxed people. Surely someone couldn’t scam them in broad daylight near the looming guard tower. Then there was the incredible amount of foot traffic to ensure plenty of new faces each day. Finally, this was the street that tourists and first-time visitors to Alliria were forced to travel upon.
Wynn had a special sort of talent for spotting them. Particularly the rich ones. All of ‘em tended to gander upon the buildings or the various vendors that dotted the roadway. The rich ones sometimes had bodyguards or let their coin purse jangle low on their hip or walk around like nothing could hurt them.
And he wasn’t going to hurt them.
He was going to take their money in a game they thought was fair. Maybe if they were smart or dwelled on the experience they’d think back on it and realized they’d been duped. They’d have no proof though and it was rare that anyone admitted they were gullible enough to get swindled by a half-elf street gambler.
”My my, good sir, you look like you’re interested in a game of chance,” he said as a particularly wealthy looking gentleman walked by with his much younger date. The man simply shook his head in disagreement and shared a laugh with the woman he was with.
Wynn grimaced but recovered quickly as another easy looking mark drew nearer, ”step on up, let fortune fatten your wallet.”
Some days were better for scoring gold than others but today was proving to be a particularly dry well so far.
Amaryllis