The wheel of destiny

“Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, adventurers all. Let the wheel of destiny guide you to riches and renown…” The man called out, gesturing to the large contraption beside him. It was a circular device, segmented off with small prongs; each section containing a small box with a small scroll inside it.

It was however the woman that caused the crowd to part, not his sales pitch. Tall, muscular and armed with both drawn sword and fierce expression; she strode unhindered through the throngs of spectators with the ease of a heated knife through butter. Blood, now mostly congealed, coated what remained of a once fine tunic.

The man faltered mid sentence as she reached the front of his small stall. “Sorry, Ma’am, but it appears you have had enough adventure for the time being…perhaps once you have healed you can try your luck...”

“The scroll says to give you half of what I found, remember,” the woman said coldly. “I found a pack of irate Cabat’s in that cave you assured me was guarded by nothing more than a few trolls. Unfortunately I had to kill all the Cabat’s, or rest assured I would have brought half the pack back with me and trapped you in a very small room with them.”

“I just interpret the signs the gods give me, I offer no guarantees…”

“That’s not what this scroll says, as to the Gods involvement, believe me I am looking into that too. For now though, I will settle for giving you half of what I received which was nothing but pain.”

“Looks like it is time for my final trick of the day, folks,” the man said, throwing down some flash powder and running as fast as his legs would carry him.

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