Devon had been in the inn that everyone had seemed to be crowding into long before anyone had arrived. He had been making a pretty penny playing and hosting games of craps. People had become weary of the satyr, so for a few days he had let people win. Now, he was in to make the big bucks. He was sitting in the center of the inn, with a small crowd around him. His dealer was an unusually surly looking human, who eyed him gruffly. Devon flashed him a big smile, though other than that, his expression was unreadable. He gestured for the human to hand him the dice, brushing his hair back with his other hand as he did so.<br/><br/>The human reluctantly handed the satyr the dice, scratching his grizzly beard as he did so. Devon eagerly grabbed for the dice and grasped them in his two cupped palms. He gave them a little shake and let the dice fly. The first die rolled a one, the second a two. "Craps," said the human, counting a total of three, a ghost of a smile on his face. Devon slowly pushed a bag of coins on the table and crossed his little goat legs. He put on a sour expression of defeat. The people around him seemed to have lost interest, the satyr's luck obviously not lasting him too long. However, to Devon, this was all part of the plan. He jingled a bracelet on his wrist, giving it a little rub with his hand. All he needed was a little bit of good fortune, courtesy of his controlled magic.<br/><br/>"Again," said Devon in a deep, gruff voice. "And this time, make I'll double the gold, if you'll match me." He retrieved a sizable coin purse from his small travel pouch, and placed it in the center of the table. The crowd's interest was piqued again. The human fingered the dice in thought, and then nodded, moving his own sack of coins into the middle of the table. He handed the satyr the dice. Devon rolled an eight, and he bit his lip. That was supposed to be a seven. The human placed an "on" puck on the number eight on the table. His eyes narrowed, was the human also using controlled magic? Devon rolled again, a six. He cringed, his heart racing. He rolled again, fingers swiftly rolling against the beads on his bracelet. The first die rolled a three, and the next a five. Devon sighed in relief, and the human seemed to seethe. The people around Devon cheered.<br/><br/>The satyr jumped when he heard Allister yell. Before anyone could do anything about it, Devon grabbed up his rewards, and sprang for his spear. He scooped both up in one fell swoop and barged outside. He saw the flames writhe on top of the city of Gandara. Nervously, he straightened his shirt under the cloak he was wearing, as if he was in danger of being discovered. He grasped his spear more tightly, and entered the fray. He might have been a cheat, but he wasn't going to let defenseless people get hurt for no good reason. Besides, they might reward him later.