The Deal of the Kings
This gambling den, while it had his face painted on the side, was hardly full of wealthy clientele, and surprisingly, even less full of hopeless clientele. Of the alleyways Tahm had stood that were marked with his face, this was the worst. It was unlikely anyone’s fault, though... Since the gambling den with his own name, others all around Bilgewater had faced competition.
After all, what a better place to chance luck than the den of the deadliest bad luck in history?
Tahm licked his lips, contemplating Bilgewater. He’d been here for a while now, and the visit had not been as lucrative as he had hoped. He’d been counting on this spot being at least quite the goldmine for the hungry demon, but no. Nothing.
He kicked a bottle, that shattered on the far wall, and sunk down to sit on a tipped over barrel shakily, folding his arms impatiently, still humming his tantalizing tune despite the scowl on his face.
@theuncrownedcaptain
