Storspann, Svizra Confederation
Sometimes Finn Alister just woke up knowing it was going to be a good day.
Of course, when you had the world at your fingertips, a mark that thought he could bet big and go home with his winnings, and the ability to see a few moments into the future... Let's just say Finn liked where he was at. And where he was at was not the Continental War.
"Where's it gonna be? Where's it gonna be?" he said in Svacha, smiling big at the man in front of him, a middle-aged gentleman who'd already lost one hundred fifty tzon, and who'd doubled down.
Finn watched the shadows. Not the shadows cast by light, but the ones cast by the future. He watched as some shadows faded away and others grew thicker until at last he saw what the most likely outcome was. All he needed was the moment the grumpy man decided which position he would pick and...
There!
