Three Tankards and a Lie
The Drowned Bell doesn't ask questions — which is exactly why Ferro Quicktongue runs his nightly game there. Three dented tankards, one bent copper chit, and a room full of off-duty gate clerks who really ought to know better than to bet against a man whose hands move faster than his mouth.
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