So I’ve been thinkin. What kinda poker shark gets himself locked in a bathroom?
The kind that ain’t no poker shark at all, I’m thinking. But I don’t, I can’t just go back and apologize now. He hates me, I’m sure. I was talking to Tom the barman this morning, and he said that Scott had such a fire in his eyes. He said some dreadful things about me. He called me… well, I deserved it, for not trusting him like that.
In my defense, papa always said that I shouldn’t trust men from the outside world. They’re all sharks, he said. But… that can’t all be true can it? It can’t be true of everyone, everywhere. It can’t be true for Scott. He even said, when he was full of drink and could barely stand, that he’d win the poker tournament. Not to win my hand but to show us he’s good by handing the mayorship right over to papa.
That sweet man. But he is so terrible at the cards. I want to help him win, I think he deserves it, but I know some four year olds that could beat him! But… Papa has a poker chip, a lucky chip that I’ve seen him put in his breast pocket and win whenever he wanted to. A lucky chip! He always hides it away, but I went through his safe and I found the journal page he uses to remind himself where it is. Can you help me figure this out? I fear poor Scott is going to leave a Parare a broken man if we don’t help him.
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Hi y'all. I told you we'd help ya'll out. I hope this is a safe place to answer yer little puzzle? Anyways the solution gives us Lucky Jack.
In any other town I'd ask if yer daddy was a drinkin man? But I'm a'guessin it maybe refers to the Lucky Jack room at the Three Oaks. Yer daddy stayed there afore he beat Baron. Guess y'all be doing some room cleaning. ;-)
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