OPEN.

[broodypants]

WHO: Fenris, Jone, & YOU.
WHAT: Fenris & Jone are back in Kirkwall.
WHEN: When... people... are back in Kirkwall... waves hand.
WHERE: KIRKWALL
NOTES: None yet.

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[broodypants]

To answer the girl's-- Ellie's?-- question, Fenris splits the deck without ripping it in half or scoring the cards. The gauntlets are staying on.

"Astarion has..." How does he say this gently? He doesn't. "No self control."

[notathreat]

Ellie snorts aloud, her eyes following the way he works the cards, openly admiring despite herself. If this guy has any of sleight-of-hand it's going to be intense. She can't help but be impressed.

"If he ever did he told it to fuck off a long time ago."

[broodypants]

Fenris begins to casually deal the cards, a hand of seven for both.

"No," he says, "he would have sold it. Are you familiar with Diamondback?"

[notathreat]

Ellie shrugs, tipping her head to one side, not bothering to hide the smile this time. He does know Astarion.

"It's been a long fucking time, but yeah. You wanna refresh me on the rules?"

[broodypants]

So Fenris explains the rules in a clear, calm voice. He moves the cards deftly with his gauntleted hand, and lays the first one down.

"Be careful with Astarion," he says, "he will not go easy on you."

[notathreat]

"He'd better not," Ellie answers, putting an elbow on the table and peering at the card, then turning hers face-up, taking the ante (even if they're not betting).

"I don't take pity-wins."

[broodypants]

"Then you sound well prepared," Fenris intones, laughter folded into his voice. "Do not bet too high."

[notathreat]

"Doesn't matter. He'll pickpocket the whole damn table anyway."

Ellie shrugs back at him, but his laughter inspires a little of her own. More like a huff of breath, but it's there even if she's being completely serious.