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|| TARIS: UPPER CITY CANTINA, PAZAAK ROOM ||

You decide there's no way you can win, and forfeit the match, placing your cards face-down in the middle of the table. Niklos laughs. "Pazaak is not for everyone," he sneers, "it requires both nerve and skill. Perhaps you should practice before risking your credits against such a skilled player as myself."

Getting up from the table, you notice Christya is looking far less excited. "I saw your match against Niklos," she says flatly, "if you could even call it that. You aren't much of a pazaak player, are you?" And she turns her attention to a noble man across the room. You slink off, forty credits lighter.