Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150807004248

"Good to know," Azzie responded through his laughter-tears. "But do they have betting?  If Uncle Trigo can just keep up the 'drunk gentleman' act long enough for the betting to close, we could make millions." While you couldn't manipulate it as easily as a card game, the sheer size of payouts that could be made in sports betting made it a tempting target. 200:1 odds on the man in the suit taking it all? Please and thank you.

The Cardamoms stayed silent as they traveled, absorbing the look of the office as they went. Trigo, however, spent most of his thoughts on the defensiveness of the place. The elevator was internal and seemed very secure, and the hallway to the main office was long and without cover. He almost wished that the robots on display were operational, if only for the shock and awe.

"I appreciate your generosity in allowing me in," Ochre thanked their host. "I assure, your information will be held in the strictest confidence."