[He’d spent well over a year in an almost utopian land of peace and pleasure, his stay financed by the local government for the simple act of being intimate with other people. If he’d wanted, he could have spent those eighteen months in other people’s beds, not worked a single day, and lived in luxury the entire time.
Instead, he’d found a job. The work had been far less demanding than his own job back home, and it had eventually given him the opportunity to travel to lovely places, so to him it had seemed almost like leisure. But it was still work.]
And if I did, it would not be in a place like this.
[ Principled, perhaps? Or merely the type for suspicion? It's difficult to say, at the outset. Raphael, of course, knew what types he preferred to interact with. It was the lazy, perhaps the suspicious. Those that had a desperate want, but not the means. Of course, he was a devil, what better prey was there? Sure, there was the merit of a difficult catch, but...
One could only have so many of those. ]
This display? Or... [ He gestured with a sweep of his arm outward. ] As a whole presentation?
[To Liem’s credit, he says this completely neutrally, as though he didn’t just make his disapproval of such places known. Perhaps this man likes such places. Much though Liem finds the concept predatory and vile, he recognizes the inherent futility (not to mention rudeness) in lecturing random strangers on the subject.
But still, since he was asked to elaborate, he will.]
Gambling is anathema to my faith. Also, it goes without saying that the way in which we were brought here leaves much to be desired.
[ "Faith", as predicted, catches the devil's interest. As it is wont to do. ]
I do agree with you on the second point. [ He said, with a gesture. ]
Nobody enjoys waking up in a place they did not fall asleep in, do they? Particularly if there were no circumstances that would precipitate it, I would think.
[ But of more interest... ]
Quite ironic that they would try to bring a holy man. You said it was anathema to your faith? Not every god asks for such... restraint.
[Liem smiles faintly in reply to the man’s remark, as though they are sharing a little joke between the two of them—though of course Liem never wakes up in unfamiliar places in normal circumstances. He is nowhere near fond enough of intoxicants for that to be the case.]
I would agree; it’s a strange choice.
[Perhaps his stay on Noctium persuaded the power in charge of this place that he might be receptive to this? Alternatively, the idea of corrupting him into indulging might hold appeal for some.
Or maybe the choice was little more than random chance.]
My patron is the Master of the First Vault, Abadar. [He holds up his right palm, displaying an intricate brand in the shape of a key with a palace framed inside its bow.] Gambling is a poor use of the wealth he bestows.
[ Now, Raphael is not familiar with Abadar, of course, but as Liem explains what he rules over, he understands, at least, why this would be a poor fit. Pious men can be found everywhere, after all, it is always just a question of what they were pious toward. In this case, toward wealth.
Raphael's laugh is...surprised, not mocking toward Liem, but toward the casino itself. ]
What a choice they have made, then! You are correct, I can understand why your god would become rather perturbed if you were to indulge.
[ His eyes took in the mark. [raphael will remember this] Though he only nodded toward the jars again. ]
I can see that such an offer would likely be a strong argument with your power on high as well. I suppose they cannot lure everyone then, hm? They will simply have to try harder.
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[He’d spent well over a year in an almost utopian land of peace and pleasure, his stay financed by the local government for the simple act of being intimate with other people. If he’d wanted, he could have spent those eighteen months in other people’s beds, not worked a single day, and lived in luxury the entire time.
Instead, he’d found a job. The work had been far less demanding than his own job back home, and it had eventually given him the opportunity to travel to lovely places, so to him it had seemed almost like leisure. But it was still work.]
And if I did, it would not be in a place like this.
[The remark is dryly disapproving.]
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[ Principled, perhaps? Or merely the type for suspicion? It's difficult to say, at the outset. Raphael, of course, knew what types he preferred to interact with. It was the lazy, perhaps the suspicious. Those that had a desperate want, but not the means. Of course, he was a devil, what better prey was there? Sure, there was the merit of a difficult catch, but...
One could only have so many of those. ]
This display? Or... [ He gestured with a sweep of his arm outward. ] As a whole presentation?
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[To Liem’s credit, he says this completely neutrally, as though he didn’t just make his disapproval of such places known. Perhaps this man likes such places. Much though Liem finds the concept predatory and vile, he recognizes the inherent futility (not to mention rudeness) in lecturing random strangers on the subject.
But still, since he was asked to elaborate, he will.]
Gambling is anathema to my faith. Also, it goes without saying that the way in which we were brought here leaves much to be desired.
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I do agree with you on the second point. [ He said, with a gesture. ]
Nobody enjoys waking up in a place they did not fall asleep in, do they? Particularly if there were no circumstances that would precipitate it, I would think.
[ But of more interest... ]
Quite ironic that they would try to bring a holy man. You said it was anathema to your faith? Not every god asks for such... restraint.
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I would agree; it’s a strange choice.
[Perhaps his stay on Noctium persuaded the power in charge of this place that he might be receptive to this? Alternatively, the idea of corrupting him into indulging might hold appeal for some.
Or maybe the choice was little more than random chance.]
My patron is the Master of the First Vault, Abadar. [He holds up his right palm, displaying an intricate brand in the shape of a key with a palace framed inside its bow.] Gambling is a poor use of the wealth he bestows.
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Raphael's laugh is...surprised, not mocking toward Liem, but toward the casino itself. ]
What a choice they have made, then! You are correct, I can understand why your god would become rather perturbed if you were to indulge.
[ His eyes took in the mark. [raphael will remember this] Though he only nodded toward the jars again. ]
I can see that such an offer would likely be a strong argument with your power on high as well. I suppose they cannot lure everyone then, hm? They will simply have to try harder.