[ Hilda isn't particularly a fan per say of gambling dens. She had seen one too many friends (read: one friend and a childhood one at that) been literally run underground as a result and it's frankly left not a very pleasant taste in her mouth.

And yet, in spite of that, it does provide for a lively night, some entertainment, and it's good place to meet people. Case in point...

Normally Hilda would agree that drinking alone is sad, but Hilda had just been granted a reprieve from a werewolf who had been talking her ear off all evening. That doesn't stop her from immediately perking up however when someone addresses her. Quietly she notes the cross on their forehead but offers him an otherwise sheepish, chirpy reply. ]

I'm pretty awful at them all to be honest. I'm much better at being a good luck charm for someone else. Have you found a favourite yet?