<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Have you ever had the feeling of being watched?  A hunter tends to have a special sense for these things as it pays to have your wits about you when the hunter could just as easily become the hunted.  After a cursory glance about that couldn't help but linger on a lovely lady at the bar bearing her back and a set of wing tattoos in a revealing dress, Diego's cat-eyed gaze landed on the bard, of all people, over his shoulder.  For a moment, he feared he'd been caught and was about to have to make a hasty exit, but that tell-tale look of approval alleviated his fears and prompted the corner of his mouth to curl into a small smirk followed by a knowing wink before Diego turned his attention back to the table.<br/>
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"Sorry, lads, Lady Fortuna favors me tonight." Diego said with that false sympathy gamblers were so well known for, "Oh, come on, don't give me that face.  Barkeep!  Round of ales over here!"  Nothing soothes hard feelings for losing a sizable pot like using some of it on drinks for the table.  It was Diego's turn to deal, which gave him an opportunity to return the card he'd replaced back into the deck while the others got their drinks.  As he shuffled the deck, a newcomer arrived at the table.  Richly dressed, reeking of coin and privilege.  Another lordling passing through town on the way to someplace more deserving of his presence.  Diego offered him a small grin and replied, "Come to line our pockets?"  He glanced at his tablemates, chortling at his little joke as he began dealing out the cards, including the newcomer.  "So, what's your story, lordling?  Don't often find those of your status lingering in crossroads towns." he asked over his fanned out cards.  He had a good enough nest egg, why not play it straight for a while and feel out this newcomer?</span></span>