Dunn Longar carefully peeked under his cup again. He used his hand to conceal the dice, making sure no one could see them.
Three twos. One four. Two sixes.
He had only one die with four dots. Dunn looked up to the ceiling, trying to calculate the correct move he should take.
Dunn had one four and no one-dot die. The others must have at least seven one-dot or four-dot dice in combination to make whatever Siderius was claiming true.
The rich man took a look around the table, observing the expression of his opponents.
Buster placed his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his hands, his sharp eyes stayed at Dunn.
The Casper Kid leaned back with a slight smile curving on his mustache.
Joe hunched down, his two legs moving under the table. Those anxious eyes darted around.
Bas tapped his fingers on the table, eagerly waiting for his turn.
Siderius was hard to read as his scarf was concealing most of his expression. Only the corner of his mouth was visible.
