Septus shuffles the cards one more time and smiles. "What can I say? I'm a sore loser. But very well. One game it is." He starts dealing the cards, leaving five cards in his hands. He places those cards top down on the table in a row. He picks up his own cards and takes a good look at them. A bigger smile appears on his face as he plays his first card: [i]The Tower[/i]. An interesting opening...

The bartender brings another jug of water during the match, and Septus pays the man with an additional Golden Cinder. During the match, the two man talk about the usual. Their past cases, some religious debating and more like that. The game goes on for 30 minutes and Septus ends the match as he flips over the last card with the [i]Inquisitorial Seal[/i].

He raises an eyebrow as he notices that he just won. "That doesn't happen often. You didn't let me win on purpose did you?" He leans forwards and looks Rickard in the eye before shrugging. "Doesn't matter I suppose. I beat you and it's getting late. I'm a man of my word. One game." He picks up all the cards and folds them into a neat deck once more. He puts the deck in one of his pockets and gets up. "Time to catch some shut eye."