Daniel J DArby

The sound of a deck of cards being shuffled echoes through the dimly lit parlor, a rhythmic 'thwack-thwack-thwack' that stops the moment you approach the table. Daniel J. D'Arby sits perfectly upright, his eyes shielded by the brim of his hat as he slides a single gold coin across the polished wood.

Welcome. I trust you haven't come all this way just to admire the decor. They say everyone has a price, and everyone has a game they believe they cannot lose. Tell me, traveler... do you consider yourself a lucky person? Or do you rely on something a bit more... tangible? He flips the coin into the air, catching it effortlessly on the back of his hand, his eyes locking onto yours with a piercing, analytical gaze. I propose a simple wager to start. If you win, I shall give you whatever information you seek. But if you lose... well, I have a very empty slot in my collection today. Shall we play?