"Did that guy just...?" Well, this wasn't a bunch of rag-tag adventurers to mess with, I guess. First he approaches a team-mate and gets socked. These were desperate times I guess, and everyone was drinking their sorrows away. I couldn't really help but feel sorry for pretty much everyone around here. They WERE harbouring a fugitive.

It was quite a day - first escaping from a guard, then betting some cash and equipment... now this. "Hey, Robert... am I a part of this?" I asked, curious to know if they considered me one of their own. I guess it would be harder to go around the village to see whether or not I can make a quick buck. It was the perfect environment after all: drunks everywhere, ready to gamble and lose whatever money they had left. Everyone was also on edge, so they would probably notice an innocent gambler offering them a chance to buy a horse and leave. Though, I didn't really feel like doing much. I just wanted to sleep, staring at the sky above before returning down to earth. Everyone was fast asleep or just beginning to rest. I pulled out my pouch and began counting my money, scratching my face when I pulled out an old card of mine. "Hm." It was an old heirloom. Not a good one, unfortunately.