Alyndra listened to the rules, they seemed simple enough.  She cocked her head as she watched the cards being dealt, then reached out with delicate fingers to lift her cards and inspect them.  She held them in one hand as she picked her cup with the other to drink a bit more wine.<br/><br/>"Something other than coin?"  She asked, more confused than anything, as she placed the cup back on the table.  "I have little you would want, paper, a few trinkets, clothes."  But at the same time she reached down into her backpack and produced a handful of coins from a pocket near the bottom.  She placed them in a pile on the table with the sound of metallic clinking.  They were not a local mintage, but rather were delicate and finely crafted coins of silver and gold of Elven make.  The pile, in total, was nine gold and six silver.<br/><br/>"How much is a bet?"  She asked as she sorted them into two piles with one long finger.