In this section you find the champions sitting around in a circle looking at two small pieces of box shaped bone on the floor, and the gigantic stone golem peering down on top of the scene from afar.
"DID I WIN?" Boomed the enquiring the golem, who was up two gold coins and a souvenir bota from that shitty little village located at the bottom of Mount Anaias.
"Errr, yes!" shouted Chani back, and then hissed to Gando "how much more should we let him win?"
Yet it was Alex who was the expert at craps (Gando was in fact crap), but he was the one scaling the back of the huge golem with rope and a dagger in each hand. He once saw a sailer do this to climb into a house of somewhat disrepute, only to see the guy ejected through another (read, the wrong) orifice.
The golem stamped his feet in appreciation of the new game, causing one of the little people to comically fall over. Oh what fun! He'd never met adventurers like this before. One moment they were assaulting him with weapons and spit, then suddenly one of the small ones at the back had hoisted a white flag shouting "lets talk about your frustrations in life!" There was this knawing feeling however, that something was amiss. He sometimes got this itchy-scratchy sensation at the base of his spine when danger was neer. He couldn't work it out, yet here flew through the air yet another shiny coin in his direction. Ohhh, nice!
Alex held on for life until the golem stopped jumping about. He was no wizard but he honestly never knew that these things had such a gambling streak in them. It was at that point he inadvertantly shoved a dagger in the top of a small metal plate rivetted between the shoulders that read Made in China, 'Ahhh-ha!' he thought. He reached the back of the head, and deftly threw the rope made into a lassoo over the top and around the neck. He was ready. And indicated so to his brethren located somewhat more safely on the ground.
"Again?!" shouted Chani again, who was simultaneously trying to prise the last gold coin from between Stamm's tense white fingers.
"OHHHHH YHHEESSSS!"
Chani picked up the bone dice in one hand, blew into her fist, shouted "Good luck!", and threw.
"Ohhh dear!" she shouted back at the golem. Two large eyebrows in the shape of stone cucumbers raised a little. "Dead mans hand I'm afraid! Look!" The golem did so, bending over yet further to look at the outcome.
Alex waited for his moment, mentally calculating distances.... Then jumped.
"Bunjeeeee!" shouted Alex.
"Fuckmeeee!" shouted Chani.
Our champions scattered, with Alex performing a perfect swan dive off the top of the head. The golem's synapses were fast for a geological formation, yet still took too much time to fully comprehend all of the events that were occurring. First off, and incorrectly he thought most importantly, he definately had two fives on the dice - which were a winner. Next the scattering of the little people which was perhaps due to the falling, squealing human that had passed closely by his head. Now there was a reason why his brain incorrectly calculated that this was an unimportant issue, as he occasionally managed to mangle people so much with his club they had a habit to stick to the ceiling, only to fall off when they dessicated and dried up a bit.
The rope suddenly tightened taught and yanked Alex inches off the floor, and he was now heading back up again between the open legs of a tipping golem.
The golem had lost it's chance, and subsequently was too slow to act against the inevitable smashing of stone on stone, forehead on floor. Although unnoticed in the commotion it was perhaps ironic that a die had lodged itself up it's nostril causing quite a commotion amongst archeologists some aeons later, betting their money that it was some kind of ancient school of magic, based on chaos theory.
To 112, and you'll have to drag Stamm away looking for his precious coin amongst the debris.