Like a giddy country girl shopping in the big city for the first time, our little Lone Wolf cub dithered long and hard at the checkout counter over which two items to add to his inventory as his reward for nabbing a would-be thief. The backpack was a no-brainer, since without it we can’t carry anything else, but the second item was a matter of fierce internal debate. Rope or food, food or rope? I bet at the last minute it occurred to Kai that perhaps the rope was hemp, and if he got too hungry he could smoke it, thus causing him to stop caring.
Regardless, we bundle up our thirty feet of coiled heaven into our spiffy new backpack and head out.
More shopping, woot! If we can get our older, slutty friend, our cute red-headed lesbian friend, and our delicate-boned socialite friend to come with us, we’ll practically have “Sex and the City, Lone Wolf Style” going on! Given the joy our last expedition into the world of small-town window shopping brought us, I’m going to make an executive decision and steer us into Mr. Majenor’s fine establishment.
Once again I’m going to make an executive decision and sell off our useless dagger and mace. We don’t know how to use either one, so while they’re better than going hand-to-hand, they’re not super useful. That nets us 4 gold. Since a spear is only 5, I’m going to pull rank again and buy one. Ha! I’ve already got the beard, so if I could grow a prow-like head of hair and learn how to walk while leaning forward, I could practically be Will Ryker with all this executive-making.
That leaves us with one spear and seven Gold Crowns. We now have a backpack, and our Seal has been returned. So I’d say we’re doing pretty darn well! We have no Meals, so if we don’t get out of town to hunt something soon, we’re going to have a rumbly tummy. Yes, I said “tummy”, what of it?!
Having apparently completed our tour of the market district, we retire to the hayloft as instructed and:
It’s 200 miles to Port Bax, it’s been six days, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses. Hit it!
Also, ouch on the -3 END for missing our meal. I guess that hemp rope wasn’t tasty after all. We’re now down to 16 END from our max of 24.
As a goal-driven young cub, we head on in to check out ticket costs to Port Bax:
Yow! 20 Gold Crowns is a lot … we’ve only got 7, as I mentioned earlier, thanks to those bastard thieving fishermen. Jerks.
But, that’s all bygones. Let’s see what we can do about our penniless state:
It’s Vegas, baby! Now, I’m not usually much of a gambler in these kinds of games, but we don’t have much choice.
So here’s what I did. I took my Random Number Chart, closed my eyes, and pointed. The number I got was the number we bet on. I repeated that to get the number that showed up on the wheel. After my initial giddy enthusiasm in betting two Gold Crowns, I started betting only one at a time. And here’s what happened:
Wow, what a roller-coaster ride! If by “roller-coaster” you mean “closing your eyes and pointing at a piece of paper”. But, we were almost down and out, our adventure ended in a drunken pool of filth as we were tossed out as a degenerate gambler, and instead we have the money for our coach ride to glory!
Or do we?
I mean, sure, we have enough (barely) for our ticket, but that would leave us with just one Gold Crown. One! What if we get robbed again, or if we need to buy a Meal before we starve to death, or if there’s a really cool doohickey we have just got to have at some cute little roadside shop? We’ve been lucky so far, so should we continue this wild ride and keep gambling, or slink off like a boring, dutiful Kai Master and get into the coach?