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"I'm good at weapons," says Rial. "I'll be the one to try." You step aside for him to pass, and then follow him toward the dartboard.

A tall man with a shaven head and a leather vest peers at Rial. Then he asks Rochibal a little incredulously, "You're gonna stake your money on this kid?"

Rial looks at the guy menacingly, and you hope he's not considering which firespell to use to put the man in his place. The man shrugs and hands Rial a dart. Then he points to a messy line painted on the floor, about ten feet behind where your companion is standing. Rial still appears confident, but to you the target suddenly looks very, very far away. You wonder if the young sorceror has a spell for dart-throwing accuracy, because that seems about his only hope.

He walks to the back of the line, and you watch the attempts of the other contestants. None hit the bullseye, but all score high. When it's Rial's turn, you hold your breath, holding to the thought of a hot meal. He throws the dart as hard as he can!

Rial, it turns out, did not have a spell for dart-throwing accuracy. "Aaah!" a waitress shrieks as the dart grazes her dress, and several customers dive out of the way. Luckily no one is injured, but unluckily the dart has hit the back wall five feet away from the dartboard. Your vision of dinner evaporates.

The shaven-headed man laughs and shakes his head at Rochibal. "Lousy bet, man," he says, and your party hurry out of the bar before the indignant crowd can discover the source of the errant dart.

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