The Heroes of Silvermoore
[9-22-10] Wednesday. Last call. I was never a gambler. When I was a kid my brothers never let me play cog and bone and these days I just don’t see the wisdom in wagering your hard earned money on a toss of the die. Anyway, regardless of all that, I still sometimes find my way into the casinos and card houses on those extra hazy nights. Seems that tonight, after I find myself thrown out of the back door of the Golden Imp, I decide to protest the casino’s anti-passing out on the bar policy by pissing on the back door I was just thrown out of. After several soothing minutes, the door opened again and some poor fool walked right into my pee stream. Normally, I would have had the courtesy to stem the flow, or at least angle slightly to the side. However, when I noticed that I was pissing on Arojio De’pola, a major player in the Platinum Scale Circuit, and one of the handful of fat cats of that organization that stole from the Scrappers and I when we were down to our last bag of gold, I gladly remained still.