As you push through the crowds towards the man he begins to grin a crooked smile exposing his yellow and jagged teeth. The filthy man drops a pair of muddy dice into your hands. In a croaky voice, he murmurs:

“It is lodging you seek, stranger. This I know. We’re short on rooms, see. Let the dice now decide your fate. Are ye worthy of this here shelter in me tavern? For the dice is cast into the lap, but every decision is of the LORD and nothing can be hid from him, whether good or ill.”

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