Samem, the young artist, stares at Lorelei with his mouth just slightly agape as she comments upon his sketch.  "I... I should never.  I would endeavor not to," he says quickly and then clears his throat a bit, running his hand once again through his hair.  "Charcoal would do you an enormous disservice, I would take out brush and paint of course, though charms and light would doubtless be dulled simply by not being you in the flesh," he submits with a sort of seated bow, gaining back some fluidity of voice as he speaks more earnestly.  He takes up his glass and sips at it carefully as he turns to face the blacksmith.<br/><br/>The brewer and the jeweler give chuckles of response and offer slight bows in their departure, "A chance to burn away more coin, perhaps," the brewer laments as he gives an exceptionally warm grin all the same.  His eyes have dropped to her backside as she pushes it back out, jutting in a way that makes him just want to grab onto her hips. Clearly with his mind elsewhere, he murmers out, "I'll see if I can find something that fits.  At the bar."<br/><br/>As the blacksmith's hand is moved off of Lorelei, a toothy grin comes to his face.  He places his hands on the table and begins to stretch a bit, "Ah, I just find these chairs aren't built for someone my size, no submission here."  That does seem to be about right, he's just not a small fellow, a good half foot taller than Samem and thick enough for three of him.  His grin widens and an eyebrow raises as he is the first to take the dice, "Now you've my interest in spades.  You in, Samem?"<br/><br/>For a second, Samem hesitates, his brow knotting and those dark, tired eyes looking askance at Lorelei for a second.  "Edmur, are you..." he begins to say and then clears his throat, taking the other set of dice on the table.  "Are we playing with the single elimination forfeit?  Red's full, rolling sixes?"  The blacksmith considers this for just a moment and then gives a nod, clapping a hand down on the table before growling out, "Aye, that'll do for me."<br/><br/>A glass of wine is brought to the table, the outside of the glass frosted it has been chilled so significantly.  The wine is fruit forward, with a full cherry nose, coming to a dry finish, just a hint of effervescence.<br/><br/>The round draws on slightly, the two adjusting chits, re-rolling as per the complicated rules of Cock's Crown, but from the beginning Lorelei can see that Edmur the blacksmith has the advantage.  As the final dice come to a resting place, a count isn't even necessary.  The blacksmith has won.  Samem sits back in his chair defeated and offers a small grin toward Lorelei, "Perhaps I will still sometime have a chance to paint you, but I'm afraid that I have lost."  He stands up, adjusting his clothing slightly after the long sit-down and offers a bow to each, "Good evening to you both then."