Mourn laughed and the kobolds grumbled.  "Not quite," he said with a smile.  "You have won the hand.  You may now take someone's seat.  Which seat do you wish to take?"  Granted, she could make him stand, but he doubted that would happen.  The kobolds seemed to know that one of them would get chosen.  She could surprise him though.  As he gathered the cards and began shuffling them again, Mourn's patience was endless.