"Well, perhaps for silver. I do have food," they cast a hand toward their dwindling supplies within the camp, all freshly caught or foraged, "and I suppose information - or songs, stories.
What's your preferred game?"
What's your preferred game?"
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A'm partial t’ blackjack but we could play something simpler. Hae ye played war? Highest card wins!”
He shrugged, leaning against the closest tree. “Or, if ye'r +
They'd be happy to share food with a stranger freely, and besides that - luck has always followed them since their youth, and the prospect draws out a sly smile.
"War for something simple. That'll give me a little longer to wake up, I think."
"Take your pick, and make yourself at home."
Jacks tutted his tongue, fingers tracing along the top of the seats like one choosing a new carpet… or a pet. This was something serious like that.
After a moment +
He began to shuffle the cards, tossing them between his hands.