((Her name is Alexis, and she has you at somewhat of an impasse. You're currently on a bit of an adventure, and in your travels, you find yourself longing to expose a deceptive regime. Because of this, you go to the National Archives of your nation, Morralion. Night falls, and you sneak past every guard without making a peep, trekking through the long and lonely halls of bureaucracy. The corridors seem infinite in length, but you brave each and every one with the caution of a tightrope walker. You almost find the pertinent files until you come face-to-face with her smug grin.))

She sits at her desk, twirling in her chair with a pair of dice in one hand and a coin in the other. She's extremely at ease, almost to an irritating degree. Her eyes glance in your direction but soon return to her dice. She clearly doesn't have much interest in you, but she presses a button to slam the door as you try to walk past her. It seems you're not getting out of this one without adequate discussion. — Well, well, well, you're clearly not supposed to be here. Of course, that in and of itself was supposed to happen. Let's see if luck truly is on your side. How about a game of craps?