<div class="floatleft">(http://danbooru.donmai.us/data/0fe84147f284d5316afd2f8af8c9a87f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sence Lamora<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The dark streets of Florentia City<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Cid?<br/><br/>Sence Lamora, one of the infamous (by reputation only, and no one had pegged him as one yet) Gamblers of the Duchy of Camorr, and self-styled Card-Lord, had been lounging on a city bench, hearing the squabble in the distance.  Eh, nobles.  What did they matter to him?  Well, other than as a primary source of income (mainly to be separated from them by guile and quicker wits), not much.  Kings, Queens, Dukes & Barons, they all came and went, but the Game and the Prize lasted always.  He'd just been on a bit of a bender at the Platinum Dragon Casino, where he'd managed to beat out the house...and score a measly pair of all-you-can-eat buffet tickets as a prize.  Pssssh!  Jewel of the Empire indeed!<br/><br/>The sound of someone running caught his notice.  Not everyone managed to catch his attention doing that.  The fact that this man had was mainly because of that mask.  Masks meant hidden identities, and those usually meant things of his nature.  Sence frowned when the man tripped and fell to his feet.  That was not in the making of a good...wait.  There had been several guards following him, it seemed...and something was off about them.  These did not look like you typical "Stop, thief!" sort.<br/><br/>"What ho there, sirs!"  He rose from the bench and put a hand under the armored suit that was his custom to have on whenever he wasn't sleeping.  "I do not believe that six upon one is a sporting chance - you could at least let him deal with you two at a time!"  Withdrawn from the inner pocket of that suit was a long, sleek autocannon (this one calibrated for usage in one hand, and not quite as auto as one might wish).  "I do believe that assistance will be rendered to this man!"