gamblers

He intended it to be a destructive visit to the blackjack tables. Burn the coin, watch it go up in flames like everything else had done. 

Instead, it turned into a win.

Just like that, they gained three horses. Decent ones.

Nenaura had conned some passing merchants, during his delay. He wanted to know how she'd done it, but refused to give her the satisfaction of asking.

They had coin, now. The stowaway wanted comfort, and he was obliged by custom to provide it.