A Farrelly Good Hand

In the dim tavern of The Rusty Dagger, Farrell faced Grik, a goblin known for his sly grin and cunning tricks. The prize? The legendary Goblin Sword.

Grik leaned in, eyes twinkling. "Think you can beat me, human? Many have tried, and all have failed."

Farrell remained calm. "Let's find out."

With a confident smirk, Grik pushed his chips forward. "All in."

The final cards were revealed, and Grik's grin faded. The crowd erupted, but Farrell's gaze stayed on the goblin. Grik handed over the Goblin Sword with a grudging nod. "A fair game, but beware, human. This sword comes with a curse. The goblins will want it back."

Farrell took the sword, knowing what he'd finally achieved. "Let them try." He chugged his ale, and left the tavern with grim determination.

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