"What are you, a sorcerer?" Noah exclaimed, after Adam won another round.
Adam leaned towards Noah, and widened his eyes. "Do I look like a sorcerer to you?"
"You could be casting an illusion," Noah said,
"What are the chances of that?" scoffed Dinah.
Ha, ha, yeah, what were the chances of that?
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A runaway sorceress is struggling to get by, and is willing to use her powers to aid her in gambling and theft if it means acquiring enough money to feed herself.
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