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Chapter 8

Blonde: Chapter Four: Let Our Luck Be Renewed
Added Sat Dec 10 19:47:49 2022 at level 39:

Wialor interrogated his daughter as they ran through the early morning. Had she
heard anything, had she been anywhere other than the vineyard in the last few
days, where again, had she heard anything.

He himself had only been three places: the gambler at the Eternal Star, the
gambler at Voralian, and the gambler at Ayr'Trinil. As he racked up credit and
debt at each, he had found unsavory characters and even less savory characters
willing to bankroll his up's and down's. He had access to not only one of the
finest vineyards, but his locksmith services extended to much of Darsylon. His
personal locks, after the endorsement of his father-in-law, were used at
multiple families, and the night before had been a massive spree of heists,
ending at the vineyard and leaving a few wealthy manors untouched to throw off
the scent.

But then little Ree has complicated everything.

Wialor resigned himself to keep moving. They made their way east and camped for
the night within the northern plains. Wialor pulled out a deck of cards and
began playing against himself in a game of blackjack. Young Ree was half asleep
but started calling out cards. She was able, without fail, to call out the nine
of clubs, just before it appeared. Likewise with the four of diamonds, the
seven of hearts, and the ace of spades. Wialor roused Ayree'llewyn and asked
her to pay attention, and he put the cards in front of her. One by one, as she
drew them, she could not guess a one right.

So he returned to playing for himself, dismissing the momentary whim of
prospect. Yet when he played by himself, when she herself was not a focus of
fate, she could again call the cards out, correctly and without fail: a six of
spades, a Jack of hearts, a King of diamonds, and a deuce of clubs.

This was the luck he needed. To Ayr'Trinil they went.