[Munch's Master]

Jerik glanced at the newcomer. Based on his articulation alone he'd be easy prey.
"So, who wants to deal this round? Copper, I noticed you didn't come in that round, how about now?"
Jerik tossed the neccessary money into the pot for his stake. He kept in mind that he owed Tyre a win....still...if Flak messed up again....he couldn't help it, now could he? And if Flak won again, all the easier it'd be to pin it on him should Tyre inform the staff.
Jerik felt a new plan concoted in his brain. 'No second rate gambler outtricks me. Who does this mud think he is? No matter, soon I'll have him in the palm of my hand.'
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Flak retrieved most of his winnings, leaving some left as his stake money.