"So this is the card player you found?"
Lorne leaned back in his chair, lightly tapping the edge of the card table as he sized up the new gambler across from him. The man had dark blue hair like seaweed, as though it had been soaked in seawater countless times, and his rugged face bore the marks of wind and sun.
A sailor? Or the captain of some ship? Either way, he definitely makes his living at sea... After a few cursory glances, Lorne reached his conclusion.
There was no shortage of people like that by the sea, so it was hardly surprising that the man across from him, who refused to admit defeat, had found one to join their game.
Still, why does this guy seem so different from his appearance? He looks pretty calculating...
Lorne grew wary. The blue-haired man gave him a strange impression: he looked like a rough sailor, but his eyes were exceptionally shrewd.
"Just someone to fill the seat." Danitz-the man with yellowish-brown eyebrows who had lost several rounds in a row-waved impatiently. "Enough talk. Let's get started."
Hopefully he isn't a pirate who can't take a loss, Lorne muttered inwardly.
Only a few minutes earlier, Lorne had agreed to the man's request for another round after his string of losses.
He had originally intended to refuse, but Danitz's relentless pestering had changed his mind.
For one thing, winning and then leaving really wasn't very sporting.
For another, he was an outsider, after all, and he didn't want to get into trouble in this unfamiliar port.
With those two considerations in mind, he had simply agreed to another round.
Perhaps because he had lost too many times, however, Danitz had given up on comparing high cards and wanted to play something else.
After some