REFUGEVILLE

>Cut a jig seductively and maybe they'll let you go.

Your villagers dance in front of the Dice Shack, but it just rattles its dice around while screaming “WANT TO PLAY?”

>Ask if it could teach anything on being a better gambler

The Dice Shack suddenly stops moving and whispers:

“Bet small.”

Then it goes back to its usual routine. You, a ghost yourself, understand that the soul trapped in the shack was allowed a moment’s clarity. Whatever cursed the gambler into this state, it saw fit to grant one small mercy.

Should you tell your people to bet something?

>_