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[bouchonne]

WHO: Byerly and Kitty and thou or even you
WHAT: Open post!! open post
WHEN: The month of KINGSWAY
WHERE: EVERYWHERE but mostly in Kirkwall and in the Gallows
NOTES: Warning: chatterboxes

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[ His smile in return is sweet. She wanted an opponent; he's simply acquiescing to her request. In every way. Though she's not such a slouch herself, is she - the cutpurse to Gwen's right is now eyeing Byerly like he might have something worth pickpocketing. Which - now By does have to keep him in mind, which is a little bit of a distraction.

Not overmuch of one, though. By knows this game, and he loves this game. At the table, he plays garrulous and cheery, chatting away on any number of things. Today his chosen topic is Ferelden wines; after he gets two glasses, one for himself and one for Gwenaelle, he begins holding forth (obnoxiously) on the superiority of Ferelden wines to Orlesian ones. The Free Marchers clearly have no interest in this topic, but his voice is pitched as such that it's just about impossible to shut out: the giggly couple are too wrapped up in each other to pay him any mind, but the three more serious players clearly are having their nerves frayed by the foolish chatter.

This strategy could, at times, backfire. Except that Byerly is also playing very, very badly. Not in obvious ways, but enough that he's bleeding a steady stream of silver into the pockets of the other players. Enough that they're willing to stick around (no matter how distracted and annoyed) so that they can land this fish.

Periodically, he explains to Gwen rules of the game - simply, broadly, guilelessly, and often incorrectly. The gallant male of the pair of lovebirds corrects him when he's quite incorrect, smiling in a besotted fashion to his paramour after every gallant correction. Even the pickpocket periodically makes dissatisfied noises and shakes his head at Gwen to communicate - he's wrong, don't trust him. The soldier, meanwhile, twitches like he's being bit by fleas at every piece of bad advice. ]