Milton's smile takes on a sinister tone. "Perhaps you're not going to the right parties," he says, throwing the dice. "Perhaps one in which fortunes and lives are won and lost by the simple toss of the dice or a flip of the coin." The brass coins flash in the air as Milton tosses them up deftly. A silver flash passes alongside Mekira's jawline as Milton's rapier flashes down and catches the die and coins, each one poised perfectly on the edge of the blade, coins lined perfectly on their sides, die showing seven. "Sound like your kind of party, Mekira?"