Gambling

"Your chance. Roll."

The sound of the dice rolling around in the circular cup in his hands didn't go very far in the common room of the inn that was empty, for the most part, except for a few clustered around him, and his opponent.

As if he had done it a million times before, he shook the cup until he was satisfied, then spilled the contents on to a scooped out wooden bowl between them. As the dice came to rest at the bottom, where there was a flat surface, the one across Daneel clapped his hands and grinned.

"Five and six. I win!"

Surrounding the wooden bowl, on top, were coins of gold, silver, and bronze. Right now, a couple of the golden ones went to the side of his opponent, and even though he didn't really need to bother with it, Daneel sighed and looked as if he was as dejected as anyone else who had just lost their bet.