Damien found himself caught up in the almost hypnotic tinkling of the bells in her sleek hair.<br/><br/>He looked down at the dice that nestled in his hand as he cogitated over her question; he tried to place the time when he first came across them but was having trouble doing that; it was as though he had always had them.  With his mind distracted his stammer faded and he answered whilst his eyes lay still over the hand carved cubes.  “Fortune teller. Yes”  this wasn’t as much an answer as it was the trigger of a memory somewhere deep.  “There was a time when my fate was out of my hand; but no more. Now my fate lies completely in my own hands.”  he closed his fingers over the dice.<br/><br/>The jingle of the bells shook him from his trance and he looked up at her; once more that nervous smile took residence.  “Ad..adventurous?”  there was something in her wink and he opened his hand and sent the dice clinking to the table; looking down he spoke “Yes.  It appears I am feeling adventurous.”