An Innocent Game
Elisanne: So you were born a noble, Aurien?
Aurien: Yes, to an old aristocratic house some seven generations deep at this point. But my own path diverged when I first picked up dice at the academy. Now they're my life.
Cleo: A rather remarkable turn.
Elisanne: Yes. I don't know much about those sorts of amusements, but your story is fascinating. Your dice game has certainly captivated Ranzal. It must be quite alluring.
Aurien: Any interest in finding out for yourselves, ladies? I would be happy to teach you. A single round and you'll have it mastered.
Elisanne: Oh! May I?
Cleo: I...think I'll sit here and watch, thank you.
Aurien: As you wish. If you change your mind, you need only say the word.
Elisanne: Ah, they match! Then I've won? I can see the appeal. This IS rather fun! Look, Cleo! I've won again!
Cleo: Yes...so it seems.
Aurien: I can see you're much beloved by fortune, Elisanne.
Elisanne: Er, I suppose? But I'm curious: you've yet to win a round, yet you seem absolutely delighted regardless.
Aurien: Ahh, games of chance are a matter of luck, and a humble human cannot hope to alter fortune's course. Luck flows like a river, you see. All I can do is let its current take me. At times, Lady Luck may turn a cold shoulder your way. But her caprice makes her no less alluring. It's all part of the game's charm.
Elisanne: You're quite humble, I see.
Aurien: Besides, how could I be anything but delighted sharing a table with a beauty such as yourself? To ask for any greater fortune would surely be hubris.
Elisanne: You, sir, are incorrigible! I'll not be taken in by such obvious flattery. ...What is it, Cleo? That's quite the look on your face. He's a shameless flirt, but he's harmless.
Cleo: I wonder. I've been watching the dice rather closely, and something feels extremely unnatural. Almost as if he's intentionally making you win.
Aurien: Ha ha! And just what would I stand to gain from losing?
Cleo: I've been told that it's the clumsy card sharp who does nothing but win. After a handful of losses, most patsies will cut their losses and run. But give them a few wins to make them think their luck is infallible, and they'll bet their last coin. Quite an effective strategy, really. Indeed, Elisanne was well on her way to falling for it.
Elisanne: I was?!
Aurien: You're very wise, dear Cleo. Which is why it pains me all the more that someone I so respect would doubt me.
Elisanne: I'm sorry, Aurien. I'm sure she meant no insult. Really, Cleo, you mustn't go flinging around baseless accusations.
Cleo: ...Indeed.
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