I watch as the dice I gave Braal to use go flying, unable to do more for the moment, stunned into inaction at the sudden rocking of the ship. Finally, after a brief pause, I quickly return my own dice to a pocket, glad I have more, as I don't expect three of them back.<br/><br/>I nimbly dart to one corner of the room as the tables and benches start moving around, and call out, "If this is how things are supposed to be, let me off now!"<br/><br/>A table comes crashing at me, but I dodge to one side, staring at the spot where I had been standing, a spot now occupied by the table.<br/><br/>Realizing how bad things are getting, I decide it might be best to get my stuff. A part of me is tempted to stay and help the people around, but the paladin seems to have it well in hand, so I dart back the way I came, my thoughts on getting my most prized possession. My armor is easy enough to get back, as I can call it, my hat is on my head, and my dice are in my pocket. With them, I can win enough to buy back anything in my pack that I lose, but my weapon is truely one of a kind to me, and I won't lose it.