"Let's go." Rorschach wanted to leave quickly. Pascal grabbed Paulina and ran off at top speed.
Clutching at his last hope, Valon started to yell, "My friend! He's a Ma—" but then his mouth was clamped shut, and he couldn't say another word.
'This gambling fiend. He knows I'm a Mage and still wants to leech off me.' Rorschach wasted no words and simply used Mage's Hand.
The crowd of onlookers gathered again. 'Where did so many loafers come from?' Rorschach wondered. He didn't know that in Valuva, the casinos were like fresh meat for flies. Those who had squandered their fortunes would then loiter nearby, blindly squandering their lives.
"That Valon fellow had a sudden stroke of luck. How much did he win?"
"That young man saved Valon at noon!"
"Maybe the young man taught Valon a trick or two..."
