Easy Marks [OPEN]

[Zen]

Captain Treyjen

While Treyjen much preferred the more bawdy fisher caverns, where the salty smell of the sea permeated the stone and didn't make him feel quite so claustrophobic, the fisher population was also a deal less... naive. It seemed to Treyjen about half the population had turned pirate, had taken to less than moral practices in order to survive, but the weyrfolk generally retained their innocence, such as he saw it.

Therefore, they were much easier targets.

Treyjen may support the Weyrhold as a whole, but that didn't mean he particularly gave a shit about most of the individuals living here. In the end, his own life, his own desires, came first. And right now he was looking to score himself some easy extra marks off people who wouldn't know any better.

He strolled into the Weyr commons and glanced around, making his way over to an empty table and pulling out a deck of cards, shuffling them absentmindedly as he surveyed the other occupants of the area, sending a few friendly smiles at people who made eye contact. After a moment, two men made their way over, asking if he wouldn't mind if they played, “Of course not, hard to play on your own, after all.” He gestured for them to take a seat, allowed one of them to cut the deck, and dealt. No need to start out placing bets. Let them get comfortable first. Throw a few bad hands while it didn't matter. Build their confidence. Hopefully one of them would be the first to suggest they start placing bets to begin with. He could be reluctant, after all he'd have been playing rather poorly, but in the end he would acquiesce to the request. Easy marks.

"I'm Yarren, this is Lehyos," one of them introduced themselves, "Don't remember your face. What brings you to Mavros?"

"Name's Treyjen," he introduced himself simply, finishing up the dealing, "I'm a sea trader, here bringing you all some much needed supplies. However, I'm just trying to have a bit fun at the moment, while we've got a chance to be ashore, so I'd rather not talk work."

The other men chuckled, "Right. Well met, Treyjen."

"Well met," he agreed, picking up his cards and allowing the slightest of frowns to pull at his lips as he surveyed the cards. Let the games begin.

avon thought you might want to throw D'nel in ;) but don't feel obligated xD

[avon]

D'nel sat in a corner on his own, sipping a glass of wine and watching the crowd, deep in thought. He was still stewing over his leadership lessons with A'zael. His desperation to graduate weyrlinghood and get out from the Weyrlingmaster and Weyrleader's thumb was palpable. He didn't wish to go back to Bitra, but sometimes he missed the freedom.

He sighed and ran his fingers through Strider's fur, taking some comfort in the gemglider's presence. Sometimes it felt like Strider and Nadornith were the only things he cared about in this Weyrhold. No one here really appreciated him, especially with Vah busy with junior weyrling training. Everyone was so nice and boring and polite all the time and it was driving him crazy--

While his thoughts churned, he continued to observe the cavern, and then he noticed a game of cards forming up. That definitely captured his interest. Cheating at a game with some nice, dumb weyrfolk might cheer him up. Too bad they'd already dealt, so he couldn't use his lucky deck, but still. He moved Strider to his shoulder and walked over to them.

"Mind if I jump in?" he asked, giving them all a charming smile. He didn't recognize any of them, but he didn't get much of a chance to get out of the barracks these days.

[Zen]

Captain Treyjen

The first thing Treyjen noted about the young man that approached and asked to join the game were his knots. Bronze jumped out first, and he gave the man an easy smile. Not a full rider yet, those were weyrling knots, which he honestly only recognized because of his interaction with Srunae. He'd never really dealt with weyrlings before her to recognize the knot pattern. But, still a bronze rider. “Of course, the more the merrier as they say. That is, if my companions don't mind.”

The two men assured the both of them that it was perfectly fine with them and Treyjen gestured for D'nel to sit, introducing himself as his gaze flitted over the second thing he had noted; the strange creature on the young rider's shoulder. He had yet to see one of these fabled Gemgliders, but as the creature had a little gem-like protrusion on its head, he was confident this was one of them. “I'm Treyjen, and this here is Yarren, and Lehyos.”

Dealing D'nel into the game, Treyjen let his gaze wander to the man's gemglider once more. He really did need to get his hands on a few of them. With all that fluff and that pretty little gem, they would be popular with women for sure, high born women especially. Women that had marks to burn. He laughed lightly, “Forgive my staring, that is a gemglider on your shoulder, is it not? Fascinating creature.” He shifted a few cards in his hand as he spoke, looking thoughtful as he rearranged them. Unfortunate that they were a bonding species... or he perhaps he could have had the chance to win it for himself today. Then again, swindling a bronze rider out of his rare and unique pet wouldn't make a very good impression now would it? If the man ever replaced A'zael, he wanted to be on good terms. Hm. He would have to play his cards carefully indeed.

avon (sorry for the wait!)