The Goblin Who Rolled a One

Creg had rolled ones before. Everyone had. But never on the night the whole tavern was watching, never with the loot on the line, and never — he was fairly sure — quite so loudly. The die spun, wobbled, and settled with all the confidence of a goblin who had made a terrible decision.

What happened next is the reason we tell this story at all. Because a one, it turns out, is only a disaster if you stop rolling. And Creg has never once stopped rolling.