(First post, I figure why not jump in feet first? It's been a long time since I've done this, sorry if my writing isn't too great.) Anthony was tired, and decided that a tavern may be just the remedy. He opened the door and walked inside, looking for a corner to sit in. He took his seat and pulled out a deck of playing cards. Fifty-two parts were working together in harmony between his fingers as he idly executed spring after spring, shuffles, and cuts. "Anyone fancy some entertainment, in exchange for a drink?", he called out, hoping to save some cash.