[And there next to her in the midst of all the joy and cheering and racket of the bar is a lone wanderer. Dressed in simple white robes and a straw hat and carrying no weapons but a single sword, he doesn't join in with the energy of the crowd. A silent, still presence focused entirely around the steaming cup in his hands.
Intense eyes flicker toward Rialynn when she asks her question, holding on her for an instant before turning to the game. Back and forth they go, following the cards being put into play, studying the matchups. He glances up, watching the players as they plan and play their next move. Scans the crowd, reading their reactions.
A long, long moment of intense studying stretches out as he takes in everything he can. And then, finally, the wanderer speaks.]
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Intense eyes flicker toward Rialynn when she asks her question, holding on her for an instant before turning to the game. Back and forth they go, following the cards being put into play, studying the matchups. He glances up, watching the players as they plan and play their next move. Scans the crowd, reading their reactions.
A long, long moment of intense studying stretches out as he takes in everything he can. And then, finally, the wanderer speaks.]
No.
[He sips his tea.]