The Betting Pool
The alabaster eyes turn to examine you as you approach, each one descending to circle you before returning to their position. The Master of Bets looks up briefly from their work, his perfect stone visage smiling just slightly. "That is, the standard procedure, as you put it. There are enough of you of equal talent that I do not have reservations in sending you within. Be warned, many do fail in their first attempt, but the amulets you have around your neck will enable others to bring you back should they make their way out of the Dungeon.
As for fees, there are none. Now if you wish to place a bet, that is open to any of the bookies once I have accepted your entrance." As it speaks, it waves a hand over the group, ethereal golden chains attaching to each of your bodies, fading swiftly. "The odds I give for the Tauren are 4 to 1 of surviving the first level of the Dungeon." He reaches into thin air, and with a gesture conjures a simple flat stone with a rune marked upon it. "Take this to the entrance of the Dungeon and place it upon the altar. It will open the portal to the first level. Each activation is unique, so I cannot offer you any clues as to what will be beyond the portal, but once within, you must find the next rune stone from the strongest monster on the level to leave. Make sure you gather any experion crystals you find, as it is the preferred currency within Haven." The statue like being spoke, before going back to its' master ledgerbook.
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