"Others," Gil noted aloud to himself. That was interesting. The concept of others. They made it sound like they were after him fro his ability at the games, or perhaps the other skill. The skill that had almost let him save his brother, but not really. It was his skill with games that let him earn the money, but it was the other skill that let him survive the experience. For a certain value of survival.

But this was different. If there were going to be others, that meant that he hadn't been recruited to play against the proprietor. Not exactly, or at least not definitely. It could just as easily be him against these others for the amusement of whoever had summoned them here. A different man might have hopped it was Gil's skill with games that had been the true deciding factor, that Enrique wasn't enhancing the truth somewhat on the matter. The other option was less pretty He could just as easily have been summoned here because of the other skill.

But Gil wasn't most people. He wasn't put under any major duress by the idea. No, Instead he turned the idea over in his mind like a coin with an imperfection on the other side. A coin worth far more because it was flawed, and one of a kind. The other side of the argument. If they were here, it might be interesting. They could be players like him. He wondered what that would be like, playing with others who were willing to lose.