Mourn grinned as the kobold with the low hand grumbled and stood, moving towards where Mina had been.  It, like the other kobolds, were clad only in simple trousers and a simple cotton shirt.  Mourn dressed with a bit more flair, his pants appearing to be leather and the shirt silk, open to the front.  "Very nice," Mourn said as the next hand was dealt out.  This time, though, his fast hands dealt himself the strongest hand.  The others would have simple pairs, none higher than eights, while he held three kings.  Fitting, in his mind, amongst this group.<br/><br/>"Count 'em out if you want 'em," Mourn commented.  They all turned to look at Mina, waiting to see how she'd play first.  She sat next to Mourn, and he was looking down at her with lust-heavy eyes.  He'd had a piece of her earlier, true.  But that collar would make sure she'd be as tight and ready for him and the others here shortly whenever needed.