To see something so modern in this setting was almost jarring rather than refreshing. Corinth supposed just enough time had past for him to get almost entirely used to this camp-style living. The chance at earning an extra coin didn’t draw him to enter. He’d been a betting man under different circumstances, none involving cards. The lights and familiar music, however, drew him much like a moth to flame.
Once inside, Corey was practically transported. Especially after a couple rounds of the ambrosia laced drinks. How’d he get suckered into giving ambrosia another chance?
At least, the now more enjoyable effects of the drink calmed his nerves. Corinth decided to explore the upper floors in hopes of getting a really good view of camp from a higher view point.
