The hour passed at an alarming pace for Ramiel. For the first half hour, he plundered the number of the people at the table playing the equivalent of poker, called scrub by the locals. Why was that? Ramiel didn't know and didn't care to know. He didn't need to know them. For him, the only thing that mattered was profits.
He spent the rest of his time playing dice. He did a little worse here but still came out on top. Being the favorite of the goddess of fortune has its advantages. He could have added a few more coins to his pocket, but the impetuous waitress informed him that an hour had passed.
It wasn't part of her job description, but she didn't mind a little extra work.... Ramiel is a good customer who doesn't skimp on tips. If he pays, everything is fine with her.
