The private lounge of the casino was bathed in low, amber light. Velvet curtains covered the walls, and a long circular table sat in the center, surrounded by untouched drinks, idle cards, and a single, pulsing crimson crystal floating just above the surface.
Only five chairs, now occupied.
For the first time, none of them wore masks.
The dwarf leaned back in his chair, a puff of pipe smoke curling lazily around his thick, braided red beard. His hair matched—long and wild, barely tamed by the golden clips he used to tie it back. Rings shimmered on every finger, and a glint of gold peeked from beneath his cuffs.
To his left, the twins sat side by side.
