You step into the resplendent hall, the glittering fountain in its middle raining down a neverending stream of golden tokens – a promise of fortune to come.

The faint whirring and humming and jingling of countless slot machines accompanied by sounds of joy and despair beckons you further.

Who are you?

Yes, give the gift (PROCEED TO ENDING) A struggling tiefling orphan, hoping to thwart fate for once.
A noble from the Feywild, curious to see everything Sigil has to offer.
A warlock with little time left to live and some gold to waste.
A creature whose true form would scare most.

Nevermind. I'll hold on to these for now.