He grins.  "Of course, of course.  Only fair for you to see the merchandice you are wagering for.  He snaps his fingers, and a nearby girl goes upstairs quickly.  The man then says.  "Count Ibly, at your service.  You did not mention a preference of game?  I just lost at Whist... perhaps Chess?" He suggests.  "You may have heard of our set here, it has a reputation?"<br/><br/>Again, he snaps his fingers, an a girl quicky brings over a very elegant looking chess set.  The board seems to be carved soropus wood, inlaid with mythral and cold iron of all things.  He opens the intricate lock with a tiny key, and inside are the pieces, ivory and obsidian they look, each with a bottom edge of mythral, the bottom in a silk felt material.