FaeryKing

Valentine really couldn't help his eyes drifting over to the happenings in the corner, despite his wish not to draw too much attention to himself. They went on, voices suddenly growing soft, and Valentine strained but failed to hear them. Oh well, it looked like there would be no bloodshed tonight. In all honesty he was looking forward to a bit of a show, but at least this meant he wasn't at risk to be caught in the crossfire. He was about to return to his boredom when he spotted the woman coming towards him. Perhaps said boredom had come to a close after all! Immediately he brightened, scooting up from his slump in the chair and flipping through the cards at double the pace. The Elezen's eyes were trained on his gilded cards, showing that she was indeed here for a game. She said as much herself in a moment more, plunking down in the chair opposite and slipping off the mask that hid her fair features. "Not worth the challenge?" Valentine chuckled. He was quite proud of his ability to sling cards, and just about had the skill to back it up. Clearly that odious fellow from before knew nothing of what he spoke, though it wasn't as if Valentine particularly minded low expectations. It made it all the more shocking when he surpassed them. "Well, I'll just have to prove him wrong then, now won't I?" The cards flew in his hands, dealing themselves out into neat little piles. Pulling one towards himself, he offered the other to her. "Ladies first, if you please."

In the back of the bar sat another. It was a shady little corner in which the fellow was located, off by the fire with a cosy mug of beer in his palm. He was a tiny thing, looking more of the dirty youths that scampered about the alleyways than of the coarse, burly men who surrounded him, and his clothing was of a cut quite a bit finer than was usually seen in such an area. He fiddled with the lace on his cuffs as time wore on, steely grey eyes darting about the rest of the room. He was growing tired of just sitting there observing, and he quite fancied a game of cards. Unfortunately there was no such game going forth at the moment, only sombre men slowly emptying one mug after another. The only thing truly of interest occurred slightly off to one corner; a rather dishevelled and loathsome-looking fellow accosting a fair Elezen woman. His eyes swiftly returned to his drink after catching sight of that, knowing full well just how ugly such a thing could become and that he wanted no part of it. The lad, who went by the name of Valentine, sighed and slid his own deck out from a wee leather pouch, figuring that perhaps if he shuffled them in plain enough view that someone might catch sight and challenge him. Hopefully such a thing would occur soon, for the place was getting dreadfully dull, and if he wanted dull he would have just stayed home.