I AM THE COWBOY ON MY OWN TRIP :: jormungand

JORMUNGAND

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blackjack decided to stay this time, and jor smiled before lifting the edge of his unknown card. an ace. how interesting - it acted as either a one, or an eleven, dependent on the player's choice. it would have to act as an eleven then, he supposed, because his other card was a three. what a coincidence that there were three people here. him, blackjack, and oscuro. he watched blackjack glance at oscuro briefly. "you think you will teach him to play? might be interesting, even if he can not talk."

he saw blackjack look into the satchel, where various small bottles were delicately placed in small pouches. he wasn't sure how arfur would react to him having an underground cellar full of alcohol, but... he'd worry about that some other day. he asked if he had lived here for a long time, and jor tilted his head. "yeah, i have spend quite a while here. a few years, at least. a lot has changed, i have watched many ardents ride and fall and new ones take over. i was quite the troublemaker too, i remember." he chuckled, the memory of elsweyr's fury suddenly flashing across his mind. he wondered how she was doing, then remembered she had been slaughtered. "i know you are new to the pitt, but what did you do before?"

#psychosocial.