Yes, one would think he had magic dice and maybe they were right, but Chance knew otherwise. Lady Luck was almost a deity to him, and he thanked her for her graces. Even though there were times he didn't understand why he lost, but in the end his losses served him for a better win and somehow always worked out to his benefit. However, there was something rather magical and enchanting about the ruby red die. It seemed to almost glow with life.<br/>"Four. Alright time to roll then." He rolled his lucky die across the tabletop. It landed on a two. Chance snapped his fingers in dismay. "Two hitpoints left."