An Intervention For Yor

Last week I was walking past the Golden Butterfly Casino when I heard someone bellowing inside. Curious, I took a look around. The growling was coming from downstairs in the back room. Fistfuls of coins were being slammed on one of the blackjack tables. I peaked my head in to see who this mystery maniac was. Who was it, you ask? Notorious Y.O.R. - in the green flesh. I looked on with utter dismay while he placed a 20,000 coin bet on a single hand! 20,000 coins! I couldn't watch. As I left I heard more screaming and Yor accusing Lakjo of rigging the game.

Concerned about this troubling development, I told some friends. They were appalled and eager to help. However, he claimed to be poor and accused me of defamation. It's not surprising that Yor (who is renown for slandering the honorable beer-drinking Connie Crete) would choose such a tactic. Yor, the first step on the road to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Is Yor poor? Only if a Zo who finances a secret rebel military can be considered poor. The ambitions of his Yorbot Army are still unknown. He's also been seen carousing all over Puddleby. So is Yor poor? I submit for you this picture of Yor decked out in a gold cloak on a recent hunt. Yes, that's 9000 coins for some fabric he has worn only once. Fashion has its price, especially fashion with "poor" taste. What was he thinking with that yellow skin dye?

He's taunted me for a week now to provide evidence of his outrageous blackjack bet, so evidence I shall provide. I didn't want to make this public, but he's given me no choice. My buddy Lakjo has been kind enough to supply me with security footage of Yor's gambling addiction in action. It's a shocking sight. Next time you see Yor, tell him you're concerned and advise him to give his coins to Hunter for safekeeping.