Steelgod September: Day Fourteen (3,680 words)

Beat my goal today. Lots of chit-chat between Cevan and the new character. A crazy, bipolar gambler who cheats and is generally a douche to everybody. This will be grand.

Can't talk much, have to sleep. My day from hell today wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Tomorrow might suck, though.

That's it. Here's your bit. You got a Mockingjay review, so no complaining.

I drew Rosemary’s Creationist Tools from my pocket, taking care none saw it. I snapped the bracelet and one Tip to my finger, not bothering to connect the two. I then placed the remaining four Tips on the table, keeping my left hand concealed in the sleeve of my overly-large shirt. 

“I have these,” I said, laying each down individually. “I’m certain they are worth more than you ask.”

A hush fell over the crowd. The Gambler, he had called himself Roc, stared intently at the four Tools, his eyes widening. He licked his lips once, and I saw a flash of greed cross his young, handsome features. 

“I’ll be damned,” he whispered. “Are those real?”