[ Aside from the folk hosting the games, this is very much like home. The pubs Jacob used to frequent both dockside and in Whitechapel were not so different, with people spending more than they had, hoping they'd win big, laughing as their lives were stolen from them penny by penny.
Maybe the cost is higher here and now, secrets and blood in exchange for information and hope. He doesn't know if it's going to be worth it, but it's got to be worth a try. He's given enough blood for less in the past.
And besides, there's at least a familiar face at the table, the man from the Arena. The Necromancer. He's not sure if they're on the same side in all of this, but he at least thinks the man is probably not about to sabotage him.]
I don't think they run a tab, if that's what you mean.
'Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin
Maybe the cost is higher here and now, secrets and blood in exchange for information and hope. He doesn't know if it's going to be worth it, but it's got to be worth a try. He's given enough blood for less in the past.
And besides, there's at least a familiar face at the table, the man from the Arena. The Necromancer. He's not sure if they're on the same side in all of this, but he at least thinks the man is probably not about to sabotage him.]
I don't think they run a tab, if that's what you mean.