Another one

"And we have a winner. Congratulations!" The attendant was all smiles as he slid the pot over to Dorian while also picking up the cards, waving at them. The cards floated magically into his hands, removing themselves from the table.

His Winnings Card magically transformed slightly, the writing changing.

-

Stored Sum: 18 Million-Mint Gold Shields

-

The Aeth Vampire turned to glare at him, his eyes cold,

"You got lucky, beast. Even a blind, beaten dog can occasionally find what his master sets him on the hunt for." His voice actually sounded full of genuine encouragement, only a hint of obvious sarcasm giving away his scorn.

Dorian smiled wider. He did not like this Vampire, not at all. He reminded Dorian of some of the ruder people he'd met on earth, the type of people that didn't care at all for you or your life. If they got in an accident with you and nearly killed you due to their drinking and driving, they were the type liable to blame you for it.