<br/>Damien nodded softly as he glanced at the dice and then to the slight hidden shape within his jacket; he smiled and looked upwards.  “It is true that I can control the dice no more than anyone can their own fate; but I never have to look to far to see what my next move must be.”<br/><br/>He placed the sugar dice down and placing a marshmallow into his chocolate drink he took a sip; feeling a pleasurable tingle swallow his sense of taste.  The pleasure must have registered in his eyes as for a moment he forgot himself and smiled.  He placed the drink down and began to roll the carved dice in his hand as she asked him her question.<br/><br/>He sent the dice sailing into the air; rolling and twisting before falling against the table with a clatter on the platter next to the sugar dice:<br/><br/>Roll Result: Priest rolled: 2d6<br/>Comment: What the future holds<br/>Result: 4, 4,<br/>Total: 8<br/><br/>A double.  All doubles left him with a sense of dread; but that was surely experiences by his own hand and that for someone else their meaning would be different.  The number 8, turned on its side represented infinity; the endless journey.  He looked up; sweat beading again. “Have you ever travelled great distances?”