The last time Cassia remembered having her purse was when she paid for the stay of the party. She remembered returning the pouch to her belt, but after that she didn't bother to check until she was at the table with the youths. And despite her predicament she happened to have a fairly good time with them, the group consisting of sons of craftsmen, themselves being novices or apprentices. One of them called Connor, potter by trade but not since long, still wearing his first strong beard was quite helpful with answering her questions, and not bad looking either if she looked past the worn clothes these commoners had. Dark haired with intense green eyes, the young man only recently reaching his first adult years was looking at her curiously over his hand of cards when she noticed her predicament. He was no doubt interested in her, he'd had to be insane... or into men not to be affected by her form and confidence.<br/><br/>The young men each double checked their cards and bets at her offer, some cursing under their breaths or emptying their mugs. Connor not as drunk as his fellows, though slightly tipsy as no doubt Cassia herself was feeling now, was still mostly composed. He raised one eyebrow and his lips slowly curled up.<br/>"If you're sure, then that's acceptable. But with this hand you can't win this round, just tie at best." he warned, placing his cards face down on the table. At that the others groaned and folded, leaving their part of the bet and getting up to leave. "I'd dare not try and cheat a warrior goddess like yourself. Though if I can take your word, I'll happily offer a rematch at my home."<br/><br/>He turned his cards over and indeed it was one of the best hands in the game, scoring well over Cassia's cards.<br/>