Two fires away from Silas and Dixon, Stefano sat hunched over his empty soup bowl rattling a die in and trying to attract attention to his game of chance. 

[color=fff200]"Come ladies, gentlemen, bastards and lords, come take all of Stefano's money! The game is legion! The more who play the eaisier it is to rob me of my pay. You sit with me and pay a coin for each member in the game I roll the dice and try to roll higher than the party. I fail to do so and everyone gets a coin from me put it I outnumber you I keep the buy in! Come ban together to keep a poor man poor!"[/color]

Stefano always found Legion more entertaining to play a round than be the dealer yet he had searched the camp and found no men gambling. Here these peasants were on the doors of death and they were scared of losing their money! Some people needed to set their priorities strait. 

Three burly soldiers set down and each threw their three coins at Stefano's feet. His hounds looked up from their nap at the disturbance but settled down seeing that their master was in no danger... yet.

Stefano smiled and asked the crowd, [color=fff200]"Anymore takers?[/color]

He hoped not, it be embarrassing to explain that he spent all his money on lute strings and a gilded cage for his falcon should be lose.