The slap on his back made Marcelin stumble forward, his feathered bonnet slipping askew. [color=fff200]“Hahahaha! Your eminence can be sure that your exploits during our incursion will be known in all eight realms on the continent! The story, and I, always survive.” [/color]

Straightening his back and fixing his hat, he slipped beside [b]Samuel[/b] with liquid grace. [color=fff200]“Samuel Chance, the Gambler!”[/color] He extended one hand forward, ringed fingers pointing towards the maw of the dungeon. [color=fff200]“Fortune, luck, and chance; the excitement and exhilaration of the roll of the die, the flip of the coin, and the draw of the card! Each success seeming to confirm what every gambler must surely suspect: that the universe and fate favor him!”[/color]

With a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he took a step back. [color=fff200]“A pleasure to meet you. Now I’m more than certain that Delilah, Goddess of Luck, will be watching over every one of our steps.”[/color]