Vasha quickly and quietly pads up to the body in front of the labyrinth, frisking it for anything of value.<br/>"Hmph, nothing," she mutters. She glances up to the barely recognizable face. "Jarteth, you always were a moron. Tell you what, when I make it out of here, I'll bring you head back to your brothers. Least I could do for your help with the Ousweili job."<br/><br/>The tigress pauses at the table as she reads the sign.<br/>"Only fools and dead men trust luck."<br/>She slips a dagger into her left palm, slowly inching around the table, examining for traps, mundane and magical. She scans the rest of the room, looking for hidden or obvious doorways, pathways or windows. She carefully examines the cups and dice, taking care to touch neither them nor the dice. Finally, she gently touches one of the cups with her dagger, not hard enough to even rattle the die inside.