Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-6006054-20150304025325/@comment-12599067-20150305022626

While everyone else was lounging around, Ma'Jharo seemed to be doing something a little more... lucrative.

"Ma'Jhar thinks these ones might want to grab a plate, because these ones just got served," Ma'Jharo commented, guesturing to the cards he had just placed upon the table with an almost wolfish grin. The other people who sat around the table stared in awe for a moment, then made their outrage known with various growls and curses. The Khajiit just sat back, smiling smugly.

"Ma'Jharo finds your tears delicious. But this one likes your money, too," he smiled as he calmly collected the pile of septims in the middle of the table. "Would these ones like to go for another round, or are these ones satisfied with their defeat?"

The other patrons-- a Nord, a Bosmer, two Dunmer, and an Orc-- seemed to consider this for a moment. Ma'Jharo watched them all think for a moment, quite pleased with himself. He loved festivals-- coin always flowed as easily as fish down a river, and it was always Ma'Jharo who walked away with the most in his net.