Generic Camp Fire conversations

"There are two things I want. One, to be free from my master. While I am at present, physically free from him, I am not mentally free. I live in constant fear that he will find me. Two, I would like to live out my days in a lavish city mansion being waited on. Obviously I need a vast amount of money to accomplish and maintain that lifestyle.....as well as freedom from my nightmares. I need to find an expensive or rare item that would increase my reputation without revealing that I am a thief. That way I can still continue my trade by night and play the public hero by day. So to speak."
Simani seems to drift off into her own little world as she imagines all the mischief she could get up to.

Glancing up from the dried-flesh pages of Kreiss' spellbook, Lyri took in the firelit faces of his companions. Each spoke with passion or solemnity, casting a serious atmosphere into the darkening night.

Despite the broken shorthand Kreiss had used to describe his twisted use of magics, Lyri felt jovial sat on his bedroll. The fire warmed his body and the company warmed his soul as he contemplated the good deeds they had accomplished on the road. He set out to research his ancestry, yet the road to that far off destination was proving largely pleasant and altogether wholesome for his conscience.

Aware that his mind had drifted, he refocused to the time at hand, breaking eye contact with one of the party who had noticed his daydreaming. Is it daydreaming if it's at night? Regardless, he continued his studies with his hands firmly in his pockets, his mage hand occasionally turning a page.

*As Simani shuffled the deck, each card seemed to spark off of the one beneath it sending motes of light, like the sparks from a whet stone or the fire but white and almmost blinding. The feel of the deck in her hands felt familiar; this was not the first time she had held a relic.
The deck suddenly became heavy, too heavy to hold and fell to the ground with a thud.
None of the cards seperated from the deck, none of them flipped over or left the pack and the thud sounded like Simani had dropped an ingot of lead*
Lyri reached for the actual deck of many things in his pocket - it had been switched! The companions felt as if the deck waswatching them, waiting, it wanted to be used...*

"Everything should be played with.....how does anyone gain knowledge about an item without playing with it? Although, I have no idea how it got into my pocket. I know that is a strange thing to here from a curious thief such as myself but that is not the deck I picked up." She points to the deck on the ground.
"Anyway Halcion.......are we not adventurers? Where is your sense of adventure?"
She turns to Lyri with an expectant glint in her eye "so......how does it work?"

"Finally!! Someone that follows my trail of thought. Kalon has the right of it." She says with wry little smirk towards Halcion.
Simani turns towards Lyri and her expression changes to expectation and then to disappointment as she is waiting for Lyri to answer. After about 3 minutes of impatient pacing she wanders over and reaches out for the top card of the deck. He hand falters a little as she braces for what might happen.

Struggling with the concept that the relic that he had been contemplating burying and walking away from was now in Simani's hand, Lyri paused for a moment and panicked about what to say. A great many deeds had been achieved by the mages and adepts of Silverymoon, almost all of them the inspiring results of hard labour, study and talent. Any wizard worth his wand would advise against playing with magic with only dumb luck as your friend, but in front of him sat a tremendous temptation. None the less, he shouldn't encourage this.

Calmly closing his book and standing up, not that it made all that much difference, Lyri took on the voice of a mentor, of a wizened scholar offering enlightenment. "Simani, what you hold is a dangerous and ancient piece of magic. Please do not test the patience of the gods by toying with such things." he starts, gently placing a hand over Simani's to rest in a placating gesture on the deck, not stopping her from drawing cards but certainly easing the notion that it was the inevitable next move. "Should you choose to risk all, you must select how ever many cards you are to draw. And then you face the consequences, the good and the bad. But I would ask you to consider two things.

"If I were to gift you infinite coin, but send you to a land where currency is unheard of, if I were to allow you the strongest of loves only to tear away your every memory, would you take the deal? Life as we know it is so rewarding if we seek our own, structured desires. But if you toy with fate you may find that any reward is completely dismissible in comparison to the punishments at stake. You do not bet with coin here, but with your future.

"Secondly, think on how this came to be. Think on how it sits in your hand. This artefact was created by a twisted mind Simani, a man who wanted to tempt the impressionable with riches and watch as they tested luck until they destroyed themselves. I can only see one reason to create such a thing and that is pure malice."