the gambling area reeks of alcohol and other indistinguishably bad smells. It is not a good area to hang around in, as there are people that eye you up and down.
Bazaar Gambling, Bazaar
minister
wise men
I am a wise man who lives in the east. I know a lot about ancient, esoteric skills and knowledge. I spend all day pouring over texts and mediating on what I've learned, when I'm not busy experimenting with alchemy or the arts. I'm very serious and focused on my studies.
I should ask the same of you, man of God. I believe I have discovered the secret to conjure good fortune, and I thought I would put it to the test. Being a man of God doesn't pay enough. May I share in your experiment? Minister! You surprise me! Is this not a sin or whatever that nonsense is...? A sin...maybe, but I can forgive myself. Let's have some fun! Have it your way, father! I can take the church's money if that's what you're interested in. Hah! You shouldn't presume I will lose wise man. I have God on my side. God watches over his flock even when they sin against him? He is a more merciful God than I realized... How could you possibly know how to gamble? Before I was a minister, I was a traveller and a bit of a bandit, that's how. I joined the church to avoid prison. They provide most of my needs. All the food I want, shelter, and a good name, and...nuns get lonely too. I just have to put on a good show on Sundays and listen to peiople tellme their dirty little secrets.  Maybe you're the one who discovered the secret to good fortune! I may have! And the people love me because I embrace their comforting myths, at least in the church. I suppose you understand the sinners too! What a world... Do you drink, father? A round for my friend and I, bar maid! I'll gladly drink with you! What of you wise man, you don't have a moral problem with me?