What IsDungeons and Dragons: The Road to NeverwinterAbout?
Edgin Darvis life is a mess.
All that he has left are his lute, his dashing good looks, and…not much else.
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But the road to redemption is long, and paved with unforeseen expenses.
Fortunately, the world is full of rich fools begging to be parted from their money.
And so Edgin and Holga do what any sensible entrepreneurs would dothey form a crew.
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Torlinn Shrake, a wealthy eccentric known for abusing his servants and hosting lavish parties.
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Thats the spirit.
Forge scooped up the cards.
To the casual observer, it probably looked like Edgin was in a drunken stupor at this point.
To be fair, he was.
There it ishe dealt from the bottom of the deck.
Oh, very smooth.
He used the coin flip as a distraction.
Nice nail beds too.
No hangnails in sight.
Oh, there he goes, slipping one out to put into his hand, and another goes in.
Forge was very good.
Edgin could always admire a sleek, well-orchestrated hustle.
Yes, Edgin was a connoisseur of hustling, even in a drunken stupor.
Actually, he was even better at hustling when he was drunk.
My turn to deal?
he asked after Forge swept up another handful of coins.
Are you sure you dont want to call it a night?
he asked, but he handed the cards over willingly enough when Edgin made a vague gesture for them.
Edgin noticed his lute still lay untouched on the stage.
Hed almost forgotten about it, but he wasnt worried.
Hed get it later.
I sense a comeback in the making, Edgin said, rolling his shoulders and shuffling the cards.
And Edgin began to cheat.
To his credit, it wasnt very long.
Edgin had just collected his second victory pot when Forges brow furrowed.
He leaned against the table, tapping his cheek with the index and middle fingers of his right hand.
He began to watch Edgins hands.
He saw the moment Forge realized Edgin was cheating too.
A muscle in his finely sculpted jaw ticked, and he smoothed a hand through his graying hair.
His gaze lifted from the table, and their eyes locked for an instant, neither making a move.
Nice to meet you.
At least, thats how Edgin imagined it playing out in his head.
No, this was the hustlers smile.
This smile was tight, and it was all teeth.
Forge asked, picking up the deck and tapping it on the table.
Absolutely, Edgin said.
After that, neither of them even tried to hide their techniques anymore.
Edgin pulled out every trick he knew and presented it to impress Forge, and Forge did the same.
Its all right, he said, clinking his tankard against hers.
Were just putting on another performance, arent we, Forge?
Forge chuckled and slipped another card from the bottom of the deck.
Its been the most educational evening Ive spent in some time, he said.
Truly, the way your fingers caress the cards to distract from what youre doing.
You must teach me how its done.
Gladly, Edgin said, with a little half bow in his seat.
And you simply must tell me who your tailor is.
I have to get one of those shirts.
Its perfect for this sort of work.
Oh, this old thing?
Forge lifted his arms carelessly.
I made it myself.
I can give you the pattern.
Holga rolled her eyes.
Im going to the bar, she said, and left them to their mutual fawning.
It made him feel more like himself.
