[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
[@VitaVitaAR][@Raineh Daze][@Krayzikk][@Octo][@Psyker Landshark]

Gerard bristled beneath the weight of one implication, but snorted away the second as he pulled along a chair from another table and wedged it between Gretchen and Renar's seats, thudding report of oak against ancient tile his cavalier retort to either shot across the bow.

[color=goldenrod]"For shame. I spent so long winning my food on gambles..."[/color] His he spoke with a regretful sobriety that could only have been an affectation, possibly lifted from conversing through the many mock offenses one could have sullied Sirs Nicomede or Sergio with whenever they felt like planting a tongue in their cheek. Combined with the wolfish glint that seemed to never leave his gaze on mission...

Well, not everything in life fits like a glove.

[color=goldenrod]"I had just kicked the addiction, too. Guess I'll have to share."[/color]

He knew his way around a card game, around dice, around many of the games of chance that kept idle minds and hands at bay in camp or on the road. It was nigh-impossible to escape in that life even before drinks began to flow— and sticking around long enough had taught him that his instincts to play an honest hand made him an easy mark.

As he settled into the seat and waited to be dealt in, he turned this fact over. An early bluff like that would keep things questionable for now, but even as he slipped behind an thoughtfully impassive mask (this one fitting better than any glove could), he already knew Renar at the very least wouldn't buy it for a second.

If he tried to win, he'd likely drown in a sea of feints, misdirections, and plain old outright cheating— he himself was the honest type, but had sharp and experienced eyes for things like card-counting, loaded sleeves, so on. He didn't fancy his chances at calling those present out and winning the inevitable slugfest, either, so their tricks would stand...

He glanced between the pair on either side of him.

He couldn't cheat well... but he could definitely be a known quantity.