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Any normal person would be horrified by the nightmarish descriptions of the dungeon, but this Illianian was too dull to grasp the full meaning of the story; instead, he just chuckled rudely. "It's simple," he began to explain. "The guys sit down at a table and roll dice, having pooled their money beforehand. Whoever rolls the highest number takes the whole pot. And the girl you're talking about is indeed a popular girl in this town. She has more admirers than your people have underground! Ha-ha-ha! I heard that the local master blacksmith is smitten with her, but he hasn't gotten any further than his wet dreams. I don't even know why she continues to work here as a waitress; she has more money from gifts than many Nosferothian aristocrats."
-Wow, the blacksmith definitely has a better chance with her than you and I do, - noted Antaer, paying for the meal. -Thanks for the explanation; I'm going to try my luck at your dice game. - he added, getting up from the table and heading towards the players. -With us, we only call those things bones, you know, the ones that make up the body. Oh, never mind. - the Assarian waved his hand.

How much money do I have left after deducting the food?

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