Most people always so busy during the day, working their hands full of callouses. They had to of course, or else they wouldn't be able to feed themselves the next day. At night though, that was when the big boys came out to play. It was always such a relief to see the sun fade too. Once it was gone The Widow could roam freely. Quite a few tricks of his required him to be seen in order to be effective. He adjusted the chain of the brilliant sparkling gem that dangled from his neck. The pure translucent gleam of the clear diamond was highlighted by the black metal facet it had been set in. The whole necklace dangled invitingly down the center of his bare chest.<br/>The Dragonchess Parlor was a fanciful name for a gambling house. Chess, after all, wasn't much of a game for a gambling man whether he might be a dragon or not. The air of the den smelled of a heady perfume that must have been quite a luxury but he would have preferred the scent of the fine leather upholstery and the individuals that patronized the area. No doubt it overpowered the crisp and bitter scent of the underworld herbs that made the cologne he wore.<br/>A few silver bits in the doorman's hand got him inside easy enough. The Widow could have probably talked his way through easy enough but he was in a lazy mood and didn't want to waste his breath. His electric blue eyes darted about the room looking for action, a table of card players had a sufficiently high profile look to it. “I'll buy in if someone will be kind enough to teach me the rules.”  The Widow reached into his coat and dropped three jade mina on the table one at a time; an act that not only showed wealth but also power. Men of common birth couldn't even carry jade.<br/>In no time the chips were flowing in all directions. The Widow had garnered the attention of a grizzled looking woman that he initially mistook for a man. Despite how unattractive she was, or perhaps even because of it, she apparently had earned a name for being a canny business woman that had multiple caravans in her name. Getting attention was always so much easier for The Widow then directing people once he had then ensnared was. In the midst of the cajoling at the card table he inquired about the broken seal into the underdark and who has made the journey and returned. He had heard about the travelers who originally ventured down into the depths but had yet to hear any follow up. He often wondered what the man that originally discovered those undisturbed riches might have wished he had done differently in the beginning.<br/>As he exhausted the conversational topics that interested him, The Widow gazed around once again for  a different type of amusement. There was the most radiant blonde man at the bar. Perhaps he had an interesting tale to tell? He seemed to have quite a fine physique even though he looked about half a foot shorter then The Widow was. How had he not seen him earlier?<br/>The Widow excused himself from the table and went to the bar and ordered some spiced rum. Even the best things often had a pallid taste to them, but aromas were very flavorful unto themselves. He made no move toward the blond, and instead just left himself open for whatever opportunity arose.<br/><br/><strong>Statistics</strong><br/>The widow made a basic socialize attempt to gather information and rumors about others who have traveled underground: 8 vs Diff ?