[Oh, he's playing Oran like a fiddle. The tiefling flushes further and sets his jaw. In a smaller voice,]
It's hardly possible not to. Some better than others.
[When he sees Molly go for the last card, he presses a hand across the table, trying to stay his.]
Must you play them all together?
[These are all rather on the nose and suddenly, nervously, he wonders if this is somehow cheating his patron of the usual signs. But surely another tiefling offering answers is, in its own way, the kind of coincidence that might as well be logged by fate? The card representing the eye tickles the back of his mind uncomfortably, and now his brows are furrowed. The same tickle sometimes renders him with terrible headaches for hours and though it's been months... the one time he'd succumbed had apparently been far worse than ever back in Waterdeep.
In short, Oran is lately more nervous of his fate than he ever has been before. Distracted like that, he belatedly realizes his hand is lingering and he pulls it back all at once.]
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It's hardly possible not to. Some better than others.
[When he sees Molly go for the last card, he presses a hand across the table, trying to stay his.]
Must you play them all together?
[These are all rather on the nose and suddenly, nervously, he wonders if this is somehow cheating his patron of the usual signs. But surely another tiefling offering answers is, in its own way, the kind of coincidence that might as well be logged by fate? The card representing the eye tickles the back of his mind uncomfortably, and now his brows are furrowed. The same tickle sometimes renders him with terrible headaches for hours and though it's been months... the one time he'd succumbed had apparently been far worse than ever back in Waterdeep.
In short, Oran is lately more nervous of his fate than he ever has been before. Distracted like that, he belatedly realizes his hand is lingering and he pulls it back all at once.]