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What ails you, brother?
It's nothing.
What do you know about the gambling quarter?
It's no place for you, Yudish. Or any other honest man.
They'd eat you alive.
Gambling and you? Terrible idea.
He was a control freak. Thought every detail through.
But there were some things he couldn’t control.
The real world cannot be perfect.
Even King Yudish failed sometimes.
Imagine, then, the comfort of a game, of control.
Even for Yudish, most virtuous of kings, I knew it was only a matter of time.
What drove him to the city's most dangerous quarter?
His own weakness, or some larger design?
Whose hand that set this chain of events in motion,
this deadly stream that flowed into the greatest battle this earth has seen?
Yudish waited nervously in the gambler's quarter. The fool thought he was in diguise.
-What an unexpected pleasure, your High.. -Silence
No one must know who I am.
Of course, of course. This way.
That answer is simple.
Mine was the hand. Ha ha ha! Mine the subtle design.