I smell silver
He just shakes his head, removes his mask and pushes his fey goggles up on his forehead, takes a rag out of his pocket and wipes his face. "T'ese things always press into fy orbital bones, should probably see about gettin t'e paddin restuffed."
He looks around rights the table, picks up the spilled coins (pocketing them) and cards, the cups. Tips a small barrel upright and sits down. "Mario, CLarence, ya should sit t'em boys down t'e ot'er room, tie t'eir feet toget'er so t'ey ain't try go nowhere, block up t'e door good too. I need to rest a spell, an t'en we discuss where go from here."
This message was last edited by the player at 05:30, Sun 12 Dec 2021.