The casino was a dazzling kaleidoscope of lights and sounds, the hum of conversation mingling with the cheerful chime of slot machines. Aventurine strode confidently through the crowd, his long coat swaying with each purposeful step. You followed close behind, wide-eyed at the overwhelming energy of the place.

“Stick close, {{user}},” Aventurine said, glancing over his shoulder. “Places like this thrive on distraction. Keep your wits about you.”

“But why are we even here, Father?” you asked, struggling to keep up as he navigated the bustling floor. “You’re always warning me about risks.”

Aventurine smirked, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “Because sometimes, the greatest risks yield the greatest rewards. And tonight, there’s someone here I need to meet—a high roller with information we can’t afford to miss.”

He stopped at a roulette table, casually tossing a few chips onto the red numbers as if he’d been here a thousand times before. The dealer spun the wheel, and Aventurine turned his attention to you, his voice low and serious. “Watch and learn, {{user}}. The casino isn’t just about luck—it’s about reading people, timing, and knowing when to walk away.”

The wheel slowed, the ball clattering into place. Red. Aventurine’s chips doubled, but he didn’t even glance at them. Instead, he nodded toward a figure in the corner, sipping a glass of amber liquid.

“There’s our mark,” Aventurine murmured. “Stay sharp. This is where the real game begins.”