Wolf casino

These were the chains the Ophion Occult Order had made to limit the power of his physical avatar, and it seemed he had not yet found a way to free himself from them. “Are you still here?” Emrys asked in exasperation, tossing the veil back at the carnival barker in disdain. “…Possibly,” the strange man replied evasively. “But not definitively, for purely legalistic reasons.” “I believe Mathom-meister was quite clear when he said that your rather pitiful chicanery wasn’t welcomed here,” Emrys reminded him. “And who is he to judge chicanery from cutthroat, capitalistic competition? Should not the Flea Market be a free market?” the charlatan demanded. “And while we’re on the topic of commerce, I don’t suppose you have enough three-headed coins to pay for all the poor souls you have so discourteously exposed to my exhibit against their will? I’d hate to have to start shaking people down to get my due.” “Hard to believe your own circus threw you out,” Emrys said with a sardonic eye roll as he tossed him a small medallion. “You get one coin. Take it and get out of my sight.” The charlatan flipped the coin in the air thrice, presumably to confirm it actually had three heads. …