[ The look on Iorveth's face as he's called handsome is roughly equivalent to "I don't buy it": half because he thinks he's really quite plain, the other half because Astarion is shuffling cards.
Suspicions are semi-confirmed when Iorveth peels his hand back from the tabletop and sees the mess of non-paired, disparate suits and arcana. The "you are not going to win this game" starter pack. He lets none of that show, lest frowning betray that his cards are, in fact, devastatingly shitty. ]
I've many talents, and being resistible is one of them. [ Which is to say, "there is no world in which people line up to look at or talk to me". He says so dryly, still leaning back into old habits when it comes to his appearances; to take focus away from himself, he moves to exchange three of his five cards, leaving it to his next draw to improve his odds.
The result is still bad. The Talis poker equivalent of going up against someone with a pair of threes. That said, Iorveth leans back in his chair, empties his half-full glass of wine in one long swallow, and declares, confidently: ] You can concede if you wish.
[ Tomorrow's headlines: local delusional terrorist tries to bluff his way to victory. He really isn't great at cards. ]
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Suspicions are semi-confirmed when Iorveth peels his hand back from the tabletop and sees the mess of non-paired, disparate suits and arcana. The "you are not going to win this game" starter pack. He lets none of that show, lest frowning betray that his cards are, in fact, devastatingly shitty. ]
I've many talents, and being resistible is one of them. [ Which is to say, "there is no world in which people line up to look at or talk to me". He says so dryly, still leaning back into old habits when it comes to his appearances; to take focus away from himself, he moves to exchange three of his five cards, leaving it to his next draw to improve his odds.
The result is still bad. The Talis poker equivalent of going up against someone with a pair of threes. That said, Iorveth leans back in his chair, empties his half-full glass of wine in one long swallow, and declares, confidently: ] You can concede if you wish.
[ Tomorrow's headlines: local delusional terrorist tries to bluff his way to victory. He really isn't great at cards. ]