Alex considered the words of the Luckbringer with somewhat of a frown. Ill fortune was classically the province of Beshaba, the Maid of Misfortune—the nemesis of his patron Goddess. Following the priestess and Enchantress Tatiana like a lost duckling, Alex continued to ponder. Maybe it is in how one reacts. Bad luck in and of itself, as an end, is the province of Lady Doom. Maybe, though, when one uses misfortune as a goad, as a prod, to become better and change one's lot, then it does honor our Lady Tymora? Courage, good humor, and applying one's talents skillfully and for good. That is my patron's portfolio—or at least a part!
Excited about this train of thought, Alex turns to the priestess to further his philosophical musings, and is surprised when he doesn't see her. Or for that matter, Gundren, Sildar, or Ammos. Quickly realizing that they must have withdrawn for privacy and focus, he turns back to the bar, just in time to hear mine host Toblen suggest the afternoon fare. Rummaging through his coin pouch, Alex calls out bread and stew sound wonderful, Master Toblen. How much for a serving with a pint of ale?
