“I will need a member from the audience for the next part of the show. If you can come catch a bag of gold, you can keep it, but, you have to put in your own wager, just three silver to play and your chance to win big.” The juggler declares as he takes four bags of gold out of his pack. Three, of course, are fake, but he shows his one bag of all his coin, 10gold pieces, out to display the authenticity of the wager. He begins to toss two of the bags back and forth in one, four-fingered hand. The tavern is grimy and near empty save for a few weary travelers and seedy customers. ‘The rain brings ill omens, best not go out, they say.’ “You there, you look like you could use some extra cash,” his finger extended to a dwarf, soot covered from his shift in the mine. Persuasion Nat 1, turned Nat 1 from lucky.) “Piss off Beedle, I’m not coming close to you.” The dwarf grumbles and spits on the floor. “There must be someone feeling luckier than our friend here. He is being a sour-pussed boggle. Come now, you surely can win.” (Deception 15) “M-Muh-Me?” A confused human exclaims, who was clearly a traveler unfortunate enough to be passing through Diamond Lake. He reluctantly comes up and stands on the stage. “A round of applause for the gentleman.” Beedle calls to the nigh empty room and receives only more jeers from the dwarf as a bottle is thrown at him. It shatters against the wall behind him, well off its mark. (Thrown attack 2.) The jester begins to juggle the four bags in his hands. “Come now, place your silver on the ground and see if you can grab a bag.” The man pulls out his coin bag and places three silvers on the ground. Then attempts to grab a juggled bag. (Contested sleight of hand BW 9, Man 13). To his surprise, he snatches a bag out of the air. Unlucky for him, it is a fake. When he catches it and feels the bag. The weight feels a little off. (Perception 13 vs DC 12 basic fake bag.

“Wow, what a great job. Can we get a big hand for our contender tonight?” Beedle gestures grandly as he hurriedly packs his things, grabbing the coins of the ground and stuffing the other bags into his pack. “Hey, wait these aren’t real coins, you tricked me!” The traveler yells as he pours out the contents of the bag onto the ground “Why sure they are, they are real. They are right there.” Beedle emphasizes, having packed his things up and making his way towards the door. The man intercepts him and pulls a knife out. “I want my money back, thief!” Beedle raises his hands in faux horror as he recoils. “Please please don’t hurt me, I’m just a boy!” He declares pulling out an orb from his sleeve. Suddenly, the man bursts out laughing uncontrollably to the point his eyes water with tears. (Failed wisdom save 7 against Tasha’s Hideous Laughter.) The jester gives a grand bow. “thank you all, you’ve been a wonderful audience but I’ve got somewhere else to be! I think my mother called me!” He says to the rubble of miners who have stood to draw their weapons. They advance towards him, but he reaches into his pocket and throws out a dust which becomes a blinding sand. (Saves 18, 18, 14) The dwarf is blinded and clutches his eyes, but the other miners remain. They advance towards him and swing down. One dagger catches Beedle and causes him to bleed, but the other misses. He maintains the laughter “Well, that’s too bad. But I’ve got dinner waiting.” The jester disengages and runs out the front door, the sound of jovial laughter briefly breaks the downpour of rain before the door closes behind him. The downpour and the mud swallow his presence and hide him. Another night and another small payout, he’ll have to get luckier next time.