<div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr/><br/>Tiffany huffed in annoyance as she lost again. She was convinced he had to be cheating some how. Maybe he was the son of some gambling god or something. For some reason she was really bothered by all this. Maybe it's because he was using someone's hard work on creating dice to cheat people out of money. Even if dice were mass produced, someone had designed them. Someone had created the machines that made the dice. This guy was cheating all those people's hard work.<br/><br/>"Tyche your mother? It's cheating to pray to her if she's your mother," she glared at him from across the table as she grabbed everything off the table. Tiffany would keep to her bet and make the dice, but she wouldn't be happy doing it, "What's your name, anyways?" he'd only promised to tell her who his parent was if she'd won the bet. Since she lost, he doubted he'd tell her that. Tiffany would figure it out though. If she really wanted to know, then she could just follow him around till he went into a cabin to go to sleep.