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[color=73c2fb][h1][b]Wynn Resort, Paradise[/b] [@DarckLeon][/h1][/color][/center]

Bright lights, loud music, the sounds of happy gambles and desperate losses. Lancer could hear them all, see them from above the penthouse suite of a room and stare down the ever-so clean glass window pane before him.

If he had a name for any of the brightest cities... this would have definitely been Bumba's kingdom moving forward into the era of Man but fate had other plans and like many beautiful cities of myth, are hidden underneath a sheet. However, Lancer could not smile, he can't smile. This place, despite its bright outlook, has a shadow of corruption within these buildings but that is to be expected. This isn't Bumba after all and Bumba was a kingdom of perfection.

[color=73c2fb]"Are you sure we should enjoy the life and times of gamblers coming in and out of flashy buildings, Master? What if your son worries about the money you might spend."[/color] A joke, a joke that made him chuckle although it might not stifle a giggle from his master, nonetheless... the answer was obvious.

[color=73c2fb]"I suppose we could do both. Blending in is a perfect way so as to not stand out awkwardly in a crowd. After all, who would believe an old man, excited at the prospect of getting sent here because his son won some big money or something along those lines, no?Perhaps they too, could be enjoying the high life here. We may never know. Of course that's my suggestion.[/color]