"Best of luck, girl," the halfling said, shaking her head a bit.<br/><br/>She'd spend the first few minutes fairly tamely, taking actual drink orders and running them. It seems no payment was exchanged, here, though she did get a couple of gold coins tossed into her cleavage, as a tip - likely they all had running tabs. After about fifteen minutes, though, a portly, jovial fellow at one of the dice games beckoned her over. He was dressed in a fine, maroon, silk robe, and had a small, green, glowing stone buzzing around his head in an orbit. "Here, here, girl," he called, beckoning Delphine to his side. "Stand by me - you're my luck charm. As soon as you set foot on this floor, I started winning! I want you close by, so your<em>luck</em>can rub off on me!" he said, cheerfully, while the other players at the table rolled their eyes.