Sigrid grunted. Essyrn was the city of fortune, so why was it that her gambling luck had nothing to do with the city's namesake?
The barbarian woman had easily dispatched of the few bandits plaguing the area, even managing to bring some of them in alive. She'd been paid a hefty sum for her efforts...and proceeded to waste it all on gambling and fine drink. Money didn't concern her when she could hunt for her own food, and angry debtors...well, Essyrn was a big city. It was easy to get lost, even for someone who stuck out as much as she did.
She drunkenly stumbled past two Essyrni merchants. Sigrid had drunk enough bad liquor to fill five men's bellies, which was probably what had prompted her poor decision-making in the first place.
Sigrid wanted to tear whoever had invented gambling a new one. That was the devil's game.