Dining Hall

"Now THIS is a wager I can get behind! Well played brother! To Jongo!"

A flagon of Dragon's Breath was emptied. Pearly white teeth beamed as Brandis clasped his eldest sibling. And a stomach growled while he examined the tray. That, and his now non existent pile of chips.

"Ah, well . . . Going all in seemed such a good plan at the time. A Jongo pepper, eh? That does sound like an adventure . . ."

His voice was ever so close to holding a tinge of disappointment. Knowing his brother, this could very well be the only pepper of it's kind. And going last would make it ever too likely someone else might find it first.