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Although the first snows of winter have come, and the cold, bitter winds of the coming winter chill to the bone, inside The House of Chance it's business as usual.

People of all races gather 'round tables of the different games the gambling parlor has to offer. The buzz of conversation, the clanging of coins, the sigh of disappointment and the cheers of victory are all familiar sounds to the building.

Outside The House of Chance, a pale skinned woman sits in a far corner of the courtyard. She sits alone with a tree to her back, the grey sky above as she fumbles with something concealed in her hand.

*Fell walks out of the forge and looks up at the sky's and chuckles. Than he notices that Kami is set over by a tree. He walks over to the tree and looks down at her with a smile on his face.*

"Hello Kami it is nice to see you out and relaxing. You seem to be thinking of something can I help?"

The woman shifts her attention from her hands to the gargoyle's clawed feet momentarily before fixating back on her hands. In a small, quiet voice, she responds:

"No."

*Fell than turns his head to an odd angle cracks a smile. he than moves over to the other side of the tree and sit down.*

"Ok you can be silent an I can do the talking."

*As he walks off, the paled woman says nothing. She keeps her head down and her braids curtian the sides of her face.*