The large man just stared at her a moment. That same grin never leaving his face. "Well that's just mean, you hurt me." He says with a tone of mock shock and pain. Putting a large hand to his chest. "Me, cheating you out of money before the game even begins! I will pay the regular fifty." Winks once with one of his big blue eyes. "I'm a terrible gambler."Â
Dropping into a sit-so he wouldn't tower so much and be more comfortable at this point. If he had to-he would scoot up closer to where the game would be held. Otherwise he would stay in place.Â
Boisterous is what you could say to describe him as she offered a drink. Laughing brightly. "Depends on the kind of liquid you wish me to imbibe." Reaching to his hip where a small pouch (atleast for him) hung, tied to his belt by four strands of thick leather...or atleast it looked like leather. Opening it up with one hand, he began to count out the proper amount to begin the game.
At this distance, she could see that he wasn't the most 'wealthy' looking. Clothed in simple garments. His boots were probably the most expensive looking thing on him-and the silver quons that were braided into his crimson hair. He was rather muscular though, neck was thick, and his bare arms showed the coiled flesh beneath rather easily. Though-he carried no weapon on himself. Maybe a ex-warrior? A laborer? Craftsmen? Hunter? Who know's!
Several moments passed as he pulled out a handful of gil from the pouch, having counted it one-by-one within the pouch. Holding it out to her as his other hand reached for the flask she had offered.Â
"And I don't mind losing everything for a good time. Isn't that what gambling's all about?" Referencing her earlier comment about 'dealer takes all'. Giving another playful wink as he took up the flask. If she allowed him to.
Dropping into a sit-so he wouldn't tower so much and be more comfortable at this point. If he had to-he would scoot up closer to where the game would be held. Otherwise he would stay in place.Â
Boisterous is what you could say to describe him as she offered a drink. Laughing brightly. "Depends on the kind of liquid you wish me to imbibe." Reaching to his hip where a small pouch (atleast for him) hung, tied to his belt by four strands of thick leather...or atleast it looked like leather. Opening it up with one hand, he began to count out the proper amount to begin the game.
At this distance, she could see that he wasn't the most 'wealthy' looking. Clothed in simple garments. His boots were probably the most expensive looking thing on him-and the silver quons that were braided into his crimson hair. He was rather muscular though, neck was thick, and his bare arms showed the coiled flesh beneath rather easily. Though-he carried no weapon on himself. Maybe a ex-warrior? A laborer? Craftsmen? Hunter? Who know's!
Several moments passed as he pulled out a handful of gil from the pouch, having counted it one-by-one within the pouch. Holding it out to her as his other hand reached for the flask she had offered.Â
"And I don't mind losing everything for a good time. Isn't that what gambling's all about?" Referencing her earlier comment about 'dealer takes all'. Giving another playful wink as he took up the flask. If she allowed him to.
"Running is a good option." -
