Lumble The Lucky

I pray my dice bring you luck on your final climb, sister. And I pray that by parting with them, my own ascent shall be made lighter.

You win again! Never have I met a luckier pilgrim...

Hornet

You mistake, sir. It was skill that won me this game. One must be careful not to rely merely on luck.

Hmph. Fairly said, sister.

I must confess something though. Truth is, I already lost the last of my rosaries. I can’t pay our last wager.

I do have something small for you, at least. These dice. They certainly seem to have taken a liking to you. Take them, in memory of our meeting.

A beat of rosaries is our wager. Once you find enough, I’d be happy to play.

Ahh, a fellow pilgrim. I’ve been praying alone here too long, with only the wind’s voice to join mine.

We’re so close. Our pilgrimage is almost over. Just one final, brutal climb, hm?

Hornet

The Citadel is near, pilgrim. You must have had some strength in you. Few of your fellows seem to reach these heights.

Aye, the roads become lonelier the longer they’re travelled and the higher we climb.

It takes a lot of luck and a lot of faith to make it this far, though I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that.

Well, what a pleasure. The road has carried you back to me.

Care for a few games of dice, while we’re here? For the same wager, a beat of rosaries? Just sit here beside me and we’ll begin.

While we rest for the journey ahead, care to test your luck with a game of dice? You know how to play, I trust?

Hornet

I’m sure I can grasp the rules quickly enough, sir. What is the wager?

A beat of rosaries on each roll. What say you? Sound fair? Let our worries roll away with the dice!

Well well! Seems I won the last of your rosaries. Luck is granted to the faithful, it is sung, so I must be very faithful indeed.

If you happen on any more rosaries though, I’d be well happy to play you again.