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

In answer, Gerard roughly snorted, casting his hand high over the shoulder for Fanilly to see behind him.

[color=goldenrod]"They aren't kidding, Captain. If your only recourse is blind luck and honest cards, [i]this[/i] is how far you get. It isn't like there are many rules you could break and be punished for. That said,"[/color]

It would be obvious enough even to somebody unfamiliar with the specific workings of the game like her that this hand was much the same as those before— a trashfire. No shared suits, nothing that could reasonably forge a sequence, no face cards, an almost cosmically bad draw. He didn't have Renar's head for numbers, but over the rounds he'd been doing what he could to count— there had to be more than one deck in here. The look Parvan had shot Edwin a few hands back had sealed that much as far as you could before outright catching the man slipping his hand beneath the table.

He turned he cards out to face the assortment, waving them for a moment to keep the good Captain's attention as he made a show of folding, the backs of each on full display to her. Build a small kernel of association, context she could use to start working off of. [color=goldenrod]"—I'd say you should sit in too. You won't learn the rules or get far unless you've got the devil's own mind for cheating, but if you keep your eyes open, you'll probably catch onto some of the tricks. That's a skill that'll help you for anything under the Sun."[/color]

The cards fluttered down to the table as he rose, offering her his seat and whatever pool of pastries he had shepherded through the crossfire of the high-rollers, insofar untouched.

[color=goldenrod]"Take my seat for a hand or two, train the observation a little. I'll stretch my legs, grab one of those other decks lying around, and step back in proper in a few minutes, if it's all the same to everyone."[/color]

Beneath his genial suggestion, hidden with uncharacteristic grace, the young Reonite had reached the same conclusion as both his peers.

He was going to hunt down every distinct deck they'd found and marked in this place, scramble them thoroughly into one patchwork conglomerate of 52, and drown these two in more of their own bullshit than they could keep track of.