Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150609055718

Trigo pocketed his scroll, trying to put the details together in his head. Best possible drop-off point would be the family "branch office" there in Vale. It was secure, close to the school, and Violet would have no qualms about pranking her brother like this. He had a good enough photo on his scroll that the Eliminator would know who to look for, so that wasn't a concern. All he needed was to call all the players of the game and explain the rules. But he needed Zephrion's callback first.

"What's going on over there?" Ochre called, glad that the asprin had finally kicked in.

"Just setting the terms for our bet with Mr. Flagg.  What do you think are suitable terms?"

"Fifteen.  Ten thousand Lien for the bet itself, and the other five for various side bets that occur during the fight."

"Glad to see you're confident in young Azulius," Trigo marveled at the sum Ochre was willing to bet on his descendant.

"I often say that there are two kinds of luck in this world," Ochre explained, lighting a cigar. "The luck a man makes for himself, and the luck he finds when he needs it.  Now Azzie can make his own luck with the best of them, probably thanks to that magic he's always doing, but his capacity to find luck is downright uncanny.  Coupled with everything you, I, Sienna, and the others have taught him, my grandson will not go down easily."