Fires of Creation: The Silverdisk Shuffle
"'Connected,' huh?" Bron responds with tired annoyance at the vague answer, but pushes open the office door to let Ionaya have a look. Inside is a simple, crowded room with a desk and some accompanying chairs to one side, and to the other a collection of shelves and coat racks storing the jackets and vests worn by dealers. Across the room is the back door for the hall, closed and locked. The shelves hold a mix of supplies for the business: bottles and casks of liquor either overstock for the bar or gifts for high rollers, an impressive collection of cigars, more fresh decks of cards, and even a collection of dice with unusual numbers of size(much more than the 6-sided dice Ionaya is used to.) Sitting out on the desktop is a paper with scribbles of names, dates, and hours with many of the entries scratched out and re-written, presumably some form of schedule for the hall's workers. Searching through the desk's drawers Ionaya finds more papers: receipts for uncollected tabs, payroll logs with a large number of advances on pay for various workers, regular counts of the cashier's cage, and earnings calculations which show a notable dip after the torch went out. One large, lower drawer in the desk bears a keyed lock, but is currently unlocked and empty. "Find any loose coppers to share?" Bron jokes as he stands in the doorway with his arms crossed.
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