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[thiefprinceremy]

Guess who was still around? Yeah, no surprise there. He was done watching the window at least

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[homeless_pard]

"Do you read of the future, Lord, or of the past?" a young woman asked curiously from the next table over. The Dames had oft scryed in flame, and lesser, in cards...and with the attention he was gracing the assortment with...

[thiefprinceremy]

He blinked up at the voice and his mun was just about to make him tag Khemrys' post brows arching slightly, "Pardon?"

He smiled then, shaking his head, "Ah, non, neither." He shrugged, squaring the cards and then shuffling them once, "Just play t'game."

[homeless_pard]

She had paused in her embroidery, goldly-green eyes watching the cards being gathered and shuffled once more. "Game, Lord?" sadly, she had not been taught card games. The few decks within the Abbey were delicate, treasured things.

"Apologies for disturbing you"

[thiefprinceremy]

He smiled then, shaking his head, "Non petit, not at all." He shrugged, giving the deck another shuffle, they were simple enough plastic-coated cards, portrait on the back so he knew when they were upside down or right side up, "Variation on Fans."

[dwarven_doodad]

And there is a strange looking short guy, with a cooking pot on his head, at Remy's table, holding a bunch of flowers.

Paying rapt attention as Remy moves the cards across the table.

"Oooooo."

[thiefprinceremy]

He blinked, arching a brow. It was a fairly typical Bristol Fans setup, four fans on the table, but the method of adding and taking cards away was difficult to spot at first.

[dwarven_doodad]

"Oooo."

Pikel being the curious sort reaches across the table and picks up a card turning it over in his hand as he inspects it.

[thiefprinceremy]

Remy's brow arched, just a little, sitting back in his seat and studying Pikel a moment, "Evenin' mon ami. Somet'in' I can help y'with?"