<div align="center"><em>Tiffany</em></div><hr/><br/>"Two drachma it is. High roll wins," she pulled out the coins from her pocket and laid them on the table, "I'm Tiffany, and you look a little old to be here," the oldest she'd seen a camper was eighteen. Most wandered off on their own by then or died before then. This guy looked like he was at least in his mid-twenties or older.<br/><br/>Tiffany sat down at the table opposite him and stared at him with her black eyes. She had a constant 'smoky' scent around her from the forges and she usually had ash smudges on her face. Despite that, she was a decently attractive girl when she cleaned up, "I'll roll first," the dice she brought with her were made of bronze and perfectly sized and weighed. Tiffany made sure that everything she made was perfect. She picked them up and rolled them across the table, "Four..." she frowned. They might of been perfectly made dice, but she was not happy with how they were treating their creator with a poor roll. A little upset, she pushed the dice to him.<br/><br/>((OOC: Jason, use the dice bot. Set it to Dice: 2 and Sides: 6.))<br/><br/>At 2010-09-16 13:16:44, Michi No Sora rolls: 2d6 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=18091)