Jesanth approached the entrance with a frown on his face. His black hair held up in a ponytail behind his head and the mage's vest pulled tight on his chest he took a deep breath before stepping ahead. This was going to be a risky journey he told himself, but to achieve his dream he was willing to risk it all. His steps took him to the waiting table, looking at the cups. He paid little attention to the grizzly sight nearby of a fallen adventurer. He knew to begin with that this would be dangerous, there was no doubt a reason none ever came out.<br/><br/>He had few choices though. He was getting nowhere in achieving his dream otherwise, and it was possible that you could emerge victorious but somewhere else perhaps, or perhaps some had passed but kept quiet for reason or another. He could not say, there was simply not enough information to tell for certain, but the choices were to give up on his dream or do this.<br/><br/>"The dice are cast." He muttered to himself, a thought he recalled a general had once said after reaching a point of no return. To him, that had now passed. Sliding the dice to one of the cups he shook it and landed the cup down on the table, slowly lifting the cup up to view the results of the roll and wait.<br/><br/><hr/>10= (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2984961/)