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

Gerard remained quiet as the brief interplay passed through the tangent on his leftward flank, noting down the jockeying for position. Marked cards worked best in dealing hands, and it'd be the clearest determinant of which mark corresponded, the freshest in memory. Gretchen had clearly clued into the need to disrupt the order that the table had settled into prior if they wanted a toehold— magically or otherwise.

He pried the edges facing him upward from the table, stonily peering down on number and suit.

3 of diamonds. 8 of spades. 5 of hearts.

[color=goldenrod][i]Wow, this hand's bullshit.[/i][/color]

He blinked beneath his statuesque mask, and glanced over to the one facet of the table that seemed to be just as lucky as he, and produced a friendly smile the next time her eyes returned to the table as opposed to fuming over her cards.

[color=goldenrod]"A little late in the day for it now, but I don't think we ever asked [i]your[/i] name, ma'am."[/color] he owed the Hundi an apology on that front. [color=goldenrod]"Sorry about that. I'm Gerard; you are?"[/color]