Mistihkoman smiles, "Interesting people. Good medicine though." He looked at his cards again. A pair of twos, if he remembers the lessons that one moniyew taught him at Fort Edmonton, then this meant he had a chance, a slim chance but a chance. Anything could beat his pair at this point, unless the cards in the middle played nice. He hoped. But did not hope hard. He tossed a coin into the middle, "Maybe this help the deal." He nods feeling like he did this right.

He takes the time to look up at everyone. This Phineas seemed like an interesting sort. And seems quite proud of who and what he is. Interesting white man. Then this Mary Johnson, strong woman, good medicine indeed. He liked this Billy Kingsley, he had a good soul to him he felt. Incredible medicine that. But what made Mistihkoman wonder is this Barnabus character. Something about the words wrong untrue. But he couldn't place it. Like it was well something wasn't right he couldn't really tell.

He gave a sniff then nodded slowly, "So shall we play more. I am in." He nods putting his cards back down again on the table face down. He smiled slightly, just slightly, hoping to look confident in what he's doing.

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In case you're curious, the concept of "Good Medicine" is prevalent through out many tribes of American Indian and Canadian First Nations. "Medicine" is any kind of concept, term, or idea that enriches the soul. There is also "Bad Medicine" that can be thought to curse, enfeeble or damage the soul. And there are rituals for both Good and Bad Medicine. To either perpetuate the good, or cleanse the bad.

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