Damien nodded; she was quirky and insightful and despite his stuttering and stammering; this had been the most relaxed he had felt in company for a long time.  “It could be that it is my burden to bear. I am unsure; but I feel that at one time I controlled his fate so maybe it is only right that the favour is returned.”<br/><br/>He smiled as she rose to return to the counter.  “Thank you.  It was nice to have your company.” It was only as she was walking away that he realised he hadn’t stammered in the last exchange between them.  He picked up the sugar dice and rolled them around in his hand before glancing across at his jacket with a grin.  He sent them skittling across the plate:<br/><br/>Roll Result: Priest rolled: 2d6<br/>Comment: An unspoken question<br/>Result: 2, 6,<br/>Total: 8<br/><br/>His concentration intensified.  The number 8 was reoccurring and this was disconcerting.  He glanced around the rest of the shop and watched events for a moment in the way he so often viewed life; as an outsider.  Then he scooped up the sugar dice and popped them into his mouth.