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The hardest part about wanting to save a little coin is what you’re willing to do to make sure you don’t lose any money. In the case of the half-elf Vex that meant trying to pickpocket the money back from the people she’d lost it to. Drinking games were a staple of the celebratory rituals of the adventuring company known as Vox Machina, and tonight was no different. The half-elven woman had struggled to contain herself from gambling after several mugs of ale, and was now sufficiently in the mood to try and make some money. That didn’t exactly work out for her however as she was soon several games deep into a chess match with a gangly looking dragonborn in a heavy, hooded cloak. “How can this be, just one more game I’ll win it back!” Vex said, her face flush as her stress over losing more and more money rose. “Double or nothing, right now.” She said, starting to put the pieces back after her latest defeat. “No, no more games, I take the shinies and leave.” A raspy, high pitched