<em>No, you fucker. Come here.</em>Arran wasn't nearly as good a bluffer as he thought he was. His poker skill owed more to luck than the ability to keep a perfectly straight face. Still, he was able to keep his frustration down to a small pursing of the lips and one dainty hand grasping the edge of the bar tight, until her knuckles turned white against her sun-kissed skin. Wrapping his gritted teeth in a smile, the transformed apprentice slip off the bar stool and started walking towards the man, who he'd never liked. Arran was completely unaware of the hypocrisy of him hating him for having money, and not needing to work the fields, when that was what had drawn him to studying as a wizard.<br/><br/>Still, he'd given his word to someone. So he'd go, slowly but surely.