The man pointed across the small crowd at a bulky looking fellow standing at the edge of the gathering with a small ledger in his hand.
On his face was a relaxed expression which said that while he was enjoying the game, he didn't have any stake in it.
Lukas thanked the man before making his way over to the bulky fellow, tapping him on the shoulder.
The man looked up from the game and at the sight of Lukas, a wide grin appeared on his face. "Do you want to register for a game?"
"I am."
He chuckled at that. "Trying your luck, are we? Well, fortune favors the bold. But it's a hundred gold for the entry fee. You win your match and you take the pot. Lose and you're out."
Lukas reached into his spatial ring, handing the man a hundred gold coins in fists.
The man made a note in his ledger, scribbling Lukas' name after a brief inquiry, then tucked the ledger back under his arm.
