A Renaissance Nightmare

“That is no color! But I have to admit, that was a pretty good guess,” the dwarf licks his lips with his sticky, black tongue. “Okay, I’ll give you one more chance. If you’re lucky I’ll help your friend.”

The dwarf pulls out two six-sided die.

You’re not so sure you want to keep playing these risky games. What if you lose? You don’t want to have to deal with Portland.