Chapter 14: Poker (Five-card draw) (Gambler Class)

    Arthur picked his way from building to building, slinking along to the dark and out-of-the-way places. Luck was with him in that the sun was sinking and elongating shadows.

    He didn’t spot the other kids from the gambling ring but used his wariness as an excuse to try to make his way to the inn, unseen. It was like a game.

    He was nearly there when he was rewarded with a message from his card.

    New skill level: Basic Stealth (Rogue/Thief Class)

    Level 5

    With that came the wisdom of how to step with a rolling motion so that he might better obscure his footsteps.

    He was grinning as he finally stepped out of the shadows to the road, walking right up to the inn. There was no sign he’d been followed. He had gotten away cleanly.

    At three full stories, it was the tallest building in town. Possibly the widest, too, because an equally long stable house was attached to the property.

    He assumed that most visitors to the town were traders going from one part of the kingdom to the other. So, it made sense that the inn got a lot of business.

    The lobby was more like a saloon where visitors and locals alike sat around tables to drink.

    Red sat at one of these with a fan of playing cards in his hand. Unfortunately, he was playing against Second and several of his friends.

    Arthur quietly walked up and stood just to the side where he could view Red’s playing cards. They were the normal kind, of course. Not the magical. He didn’t know much about card games but watched as the men made bets against one another, exchanged cards, and added coins to a growing pile in the middle.

    Two hands in and Second snarled, throwing down his hand of cards. “Your Piss-Ant apprentice is bad luck, Red.”

    Arthur flinched but Red didn’t blink.

    “Poker is less about luck than it is skill.”

    Skill? Arthur’s ears pricked at that.

    Second glared at him, but Red hadn’t told Arthur to go away. So, Arthur stayed where he was, carefully watching the next couple of rounds. Slowly, he got a sense of how the game was played, though he didn’t gain an official skill for it.

    He guessed he needed to play to grasp a full understanding.

    His chance came when Second lost the pot again. He rose from the table with a snarl. “I’m getting a drink.”

    “Can I play?” Arthur asked the moment the man had stepped from the table.

    Several unfriendly gazes slid his way. No one said anything.

    Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out his hard-earned pennies. “I have coins.”

    Red frowned at him. “You were supposed to spend those in town.”

    “There wasn’t anything I wanted to buy,” Arthur lied.

    “Eh, deal the Piss-Ant in,” one of the men said. “At least until Second comes back.”

    “Fine,” another agreed. “But I’m not going to go easy on him.”

    Red nodded and Arthur quickly took his place at Second’s seat.

    The buy-in was one penny, so he flicked one into the pot along with everyone else.

    He had very little clue of what he was doing. His first hand was a pair of eights. Not great, but it was something.

    Arthur decided to bluff, only exchanging one card when the dealer asked.

    His next card was a two of clubs. Useless to him.Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through N?o?v€l--B1n.

    He ended up losing that hand, and two of his pennies, to one of Second’s friends.

    While he was pinned, the ref swung his fist and Arthur hard in the stomach.

    Arthur’s breath blew out. He doubled over and for a horrible moment, he thought he was going to throw up right there.

    “Get his money!” Ref yelled.

    Grabby hands started searching his shirt and pants pocket.

    “What’s going on here?”

    The three attackers stopped dead at the booming voice. They turned.

    Second stood at the open doorway, looming large and dangerous.

    Arthur opened his mouth to yell for help. He didn’t much like the man, but he was Red’s apprentice. That had to mean something. Right?

    But in the next moment, Second''s entire form blurred forward. In one eye-blink he was at the stable’s entrance. The next he stood right in front of them all.

    He grabbed the boy on Arthur’s right and hauled him away with a surge of strength that sent the boy tumbling.

    The other two yelped and dropped their grip on Arthur to run. Not fast enough.

    Second aimed a kick at the ref’s backside as he passed. The boy actually flew forward a few feet at the blow, hit the ground on all fours, and then scrambled to run away with one hand over his butt and limping.

    Arthur sagged back, realizing at the last moment he was leaning against Second’s tobacco.

    He managed to straighten just as Second turned to him. “You causing trouble, Piss-Ant?”

    “No.” With one hand wrapped around his aching stomach, he reached the other into his pocket. He still had the coins. “I just played dice with them. They thought I was cheating. I wasn’t,” he snapped.

    “So that’s what you were doing today? You good at dice?”

    Arthur was taken aback by the question. “Yeah. Kind of. I walked off with more than I came with.”

    Second’s eyes narrowed. Thoughts were churning behind his eyes, but Arthur couldn’t guess what they were.

    Well, he supposed he should say something to the man for saving him from a robbery and possibly a beating. “Thank you,” he bit out.

    Second snorted. “You owe me one, Piss-Ant. Remember that, when I come calling.” With that, he walked back to the stable’s entrance, then paused and looked over his shoulder. “Supper will be up in a couple of minutes. Clean yourself off and get in.”

    Arthur nodded, a little thrown. He hastened to a clean bucket of water to do as he was told.

    As he did, he wondered what had brought Second into the stable in the first place. Surely it wasn’t to come to tell Arthur that supper was almost ready.

    No. He’d come to check on his cart, Arthur realized. The man was protective of his tobacco.

    Too protective.

    And the other day one of the men who worked for Second had activated his trap card just to keep a mound of leaves from falling out.

    Arthur turned from the bucket to take a long look at the cart.

    Why was the tobacco piled up that high? Shouldn’t it be in bags or crates to protect the leaves? The tarp kept them from drying out to the point where they might go moldy. It seemed like an awfully stupid way to transport tobacco.

    Unless... that wasn’t the point.

    The tobacco smelled potent. People smoked it all the time to feel good. Maybe it had other qualities, too. Maybe qualities that would block a Treasure Seeker.

    Of course. Second wasn’t hauling a mound of tobacco at all. He was hauling something under it.

    A surge of excitement washed away the lingering pain from the gut punch.

    There were only a few things he could think of worth that kind of treatment.

    Tonight, Arthur intended to discover what Second was hiding.