[1.05] The Ambassador's Secret
Devargo lets out a big exaggerated yawn to the chuckle of his men.
"You know, I didn't become a crime boss to talk economics with some random rat catchers. I know, shocking. I'm a business man which means that I don't just talk about business, I do business.
So if all you have to offer is talk, you can go find some place else to bend someone's ear. Go over to the House of Clouds. For a bit of coin you can find any number of girls who will listen to you prattle on about this and that for as long as your purse holds outs.
Here though you've got to do one of three things to keep my attention."
To punctuate his point he started holding up fingers.
"One, bring me something I want. Looking at you sorry lot I don't think that's not going to be an option for you."
Again more chuckles from his men.
"Two, bring me gold. Now you don't look like big spenders but maybe you've found a bit of change while you were swimming through the sewers or whatever it is you do all day. If you've got something shiny or valuable you might be able to keep my attention but I figure if you had anything you would have offer it up by now. That'd be the smart thing to do before trying my patience yammering on."
He paused for a second, letting the tension grow a bit before revealing the last option.
"Three, be entertaining. And around here that means knifesies."
Lightning quick he pulled out a dagger and slammed the butt of it on his throne making a sharp sound. Immediately the other thugs started pulling out knives and daggers and repeating the sound, thumping the butts of the blades onto the table into a roaring commotion. While it was an intimidating site none of the thugs made any overtly threatening movement and as the chanting continued it became clear that this wasn't some sort of threat but some kind of game. The thugs were elbowing one another trying to get one another to stand up or step forward while other thugs busied themselves clearing off the table, dumping plates haphazardly around the room wherever there was an out-of-the-way flat surface.
Devargo stands up and the thugs grow silent.
"Hey boys, I'm betting these rat catchers have never seen it played. Who's up for a game?"
There was a cheer and a few seconds or arguments before two of the thugs emerged as the contestants.
Knivsies
Watching the two compete wasn't the most intuitive experience but between bits of rumors and half-remembered stories plus the commentary the other thugs and Devargo had the party was able to collectively put together the rules.
Two people face each other on a long table. Their right hands are strapped together with a leather strap and given an empty belt pouch. Finally a knife is stabbed into the table between them.
Other thugs place bets by tossing coin onto the table around the contestants and then standing at the end of their chosen champion.
When the game starts the thugs try to do a few things as quickly as possible. The first is try to shove one another off the table which is apparently a win condition if the opponent touches the ground.
The second is to try and grab gold off the table and shove it into their belts.
Finally, the most popular action is to try and fight for the lone dagger and then use said dagger to stab as many holes as possible into their opponent.
There don't seem to be any rules and as they watch the two thugs mostly spend their time stabbing one another. Finally one of the thugs slips unconscious from blood loss and the other is declared the winner.
The pouches are emptied back onto the table and a quick counting occurs. The winner of the fight claims half the pot while the remaining coins are split evenly among the people who bet correctly.
Once the demonstration is complete and the table clear of coins and blood Devargo looks back at the group and smiles a wicked smile.
"Alright, who's up for a game?"