What gambling addiction?
Works of fiction, I tell you.
You know you've got a friend
From every city, from Hashan
All the way to far Ashtan
Your friends you greet by name
For each dealer, you know
By their first name.

You know you're in trouble
When you automatically bet double
Just to recoup your loss
On a single hand, and toss
Your hair, pretending not to care
About how Laura saved your seat
Your favorite one, right there

And Merindia slips you a sly wink
Because you haven't left her table
Since about last Ero, you think,
In the year of three hundred
Seventy one. That was fun!
And you scarcely saw the sun.

Once, when your luck ran dry
You went and left the mainland
To give that man, Aneurin, a try.
Who dealt you a winning hand
And set you up on the sly
To take a loss, on orders of Kelly
Who was his boss.

And you know, when family
And friends have forsaken
You - Play on, knowing well
That your place isn't taken
So long as your gold is swell

You can't help but want more.
Who cares about keeping score?
Isn't that what tomorrow�s for?
To sit, and play, and gamble more!



Penned by my hand on the 8th of Lupar, in the year 386 AF.