Looking far less the victor, Renolf found it easy to shake hands with the cleaned out players, and showed some chagrin in his smile - as if the only difference between them was simply luck, after all. When taking gold from people in open view, Ren tended to be as good-natured about it as possible; people often felt more surprised and confused, rather than angry or suspicious. It made everyone's lives easier.<br/><br/>To the young man, Renolf nodded knowingly, putting a hand on his shoulder, albeit briefly. "<strong>Aye, Tymora can be a wily one, she can.</strong>" Gesturing to the two richer players, he added, "<strong>Her favor is often mysterious, even to her devoted,</strong>" the gesture of his head indicating himself as being a worshipper of the goddess.<br/><br/>To other two, he smiled gamely. "<strong>I think I'll stop here, before my luck gives out.</strong>" Ren shook the hand of the veteran miner respectfully. "<strong>You play a mean game, sir; you've redeemed Archenbridge.</strong>"<br/><br/>Winking to Aylin, he nodded toward the bar, to meet her there for a conversation.