Thread: Royal Playtoy (Alexander and SunnyFairview)

His hand slipped open, and the dice fell onto the table, tumbling across the surface as if they were a child's set of marbles. This was his last roll of the day, he had already won the game, it was just a question of by how much, and how great a reward he would take away from his opponents. When the dice settled, it was a middling result, but he would take it. He had the opportunity to double his winnings with a lucky pair, but he also could have seen his profits quartered, something that his rivals would have greedily hoped for. In the end, they paid out their share each to the newcomer, but the looks in their eyes made him aware in no certain terms that he might be best moving along, rather than enjoying some of his newfound coin on a drink from the serving lady. He saw their point of view, a nobody showing up, interested in joining their game, and then winning it quite handily. He hadn't cheated, no, but that might have just been because it hadn't come down to that, the dice already acting favorably towards them. So, he pulled his brown boots tight, well worn from a few hundred miles of walking, distinct in its shape from travel compared to a native, who only ever wandered through the streets of the town, at worst getting a bit dusty from a short trip through the fields. Once he had prepped, he was off, to the other gamblers' satisfaction, but he had not made it quite through the establishment's door before he found himself confronted. It felt wrong, he hadn't even done anything to provoke attention towards him, at least, not yet he hadn't. Perhaps there was some law that he was not aware of? Regardless, a pair of uniformed, and obviously armed men stood in front of him. Out of the way. We're looking for the pri... The speaking man trailed off, before changing his wording. There's somebody in here that we mean to find. Who was the last person to enter? To the gambler's relief, it wasn't him that they were looking for. Some pri soner escaped, he assumed, but it wouldn't do well for them to admit that. Despite them not being interested in him, he set his jaw, and his mouth curled at the question. Ain't nobody who came in here after me. He lied, almost out of habit. He knew very well that five people entered and three exited, while he was in the middle of his rolling. He only paid attention long enough to measure up that none of the new visitors seemed like they'd be interested in joining him for a game of chance. His tale then became a little taller. A folk came down a moment ago, rushing from the left. A lot more polite than you were, but even fer 'em I didn't budge. So y'see, since I ain't backin' up right now, that'll be yer job by the way, you can sure bet no bumpkin lesser'n you made it past and into there. Manners were not his strong suit, but somehow pestering authorities was another nature to him that he had developed. The left-hand guard sighed, not quite prepared to deal with such a disrespectful fellow, but the one on the right was a little more intolerant. What's your name, lowly man? I have a feeling that I might need to commit it to memory if you've got a tongue like that. In response, he lifted the brim of his feathered cap up, letting the tiniest bit of his blonde hair fall down, and allowing them to get a good look at his brown eyes. He was way too immature to fix his attitude enough to avoid trouble, but there wasn't any good in looking like a sneak to inquisitive authorities. Daxton. They waited for a last name, but his lips gave them no more on that matter. Now misters, I've got places to be, and you two are in-between me and there. He put a hand on each of their shoulders as he measured them up, one a tad squattier and stockier than the common man, and the other a few hair above him at approximately six feet. They found themselves walking backwards as he butted himself between them and guided them away from the door. It wasn't all a game or an act to him. Nobody inside the building was surprised by the regulars tossing their ivory cubes for fun and entertainment, but Daxton wasn't exactly sure that gambling was legal in this town, and he wouldn't risk a set of sore losers ratting him out. He did turn his head back to take another peek inside, though, curious about which of the patrons in there was the one escaping. None of them gave off an outlaw vibe, and the most fiendish looking one in there had been himself, actually, what with the marks on both sides of his hands, which seemed to intimidate some people. They were actually of a most benign nature, quite customary in his home, which was admittedly a long way from here. His voice sounded off fainter and fainter inside, as he led the men away, and he didn't stop chatting his mouth off with some nonsense. B'tween you 'n me, actually, I boasted to the lady that I'd buy a cup or two for the next one that walked in , but you two probably wouldn't sip it well if you're in the middle of a hunt... Soon enough, he could no longer be heard at all.