<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.donmai.us/original/6f/ae/__ramza_beoulve_final_fantasy_and_1_more_drawn_by_copepe__6fae62e6e68aa439c337b915921fa272.jpg)</div>Aldrich realized his folly after the fact as the girls had no deck to join in with playing the traditional game of Acromage. He dold his own desk to compensate his lost funds from betting on himself to win the last tournament he jousted in. Instead he was playing a more simpler alternative game of hold em. Least he had enough to make it interesting to play for nourishing foods. But he noted that he couldn't really get a hold of an acromage deck anytime soon. Still he smirked as he then says.<strong>"I'm thinking of some succulent stew and some fresh breads. What do you want if you win, nymph?"</strong><br/><br/>Farandole explained her qualities to him and paused for the moment. Maybe in his assumptions he had been foolish. She seemed like she had heard of them for a different reason.<strong>"So you weren't following me at the tournament?"</strong>Aldrich felt a bit deflated but he shook his head and chuckled to himself.<strong>"So that means I lost my horse, lance, sword, acromage deck and now my fans. My goodness this has been a week."</strong><br/><br/>He had the letter in his vest pocket and thinks that perhaps business must come first.<strong>"Excuse me for a moment girls, I need to handle something important before I can even focus on just relaxing. I need a drink."</strong>He'd smile at them for a brief moment before heading over to the person he recognized as the person his letter was for. Walking over to Portello at the bar he sat down next to him and placed three silvers down.<strong>"Three ales."</strong>His eyes then glance over to Portello and he spoke to him with a softer and hushed tone.<strong>"I need a new horse for delivery."</strong>those were the words meant you be said by the one holding the letter. The man might ask about the letter and if he had it. Aldrich nodded.