Riot

Looks like we found ourselves at yet another exciting blackjack table.

And you turn around and your game has attracted the attention of a very humanoid cloud android whose eyes glow a warm amber.

His body is made of a gray metal with like a purplish sheen as it catches the light.

And these are, you recognize, sort of like specter robes.

They have many elaborate details, some metal piping on the shoulder.

And the fabric falls, like, straight down and obscures his arms within the folds as he, like, appears to glide along the floor towards the blackjack table.

And he slides up and he goes, I don't suppose there's room at the table for...

An old specter.

Well, yes.

I mean, of course.

They were asking me questions about, you know, my purpose, my journey.

I'm always happy to speak with those curious about the Arcana.

I remember us having such a conversation the last time we found ourselves at the table.

Well, I hear many things in my ear, my friend, and I always answer, and that's all I will say about it.

And who do we have here?

He reaches out and takes your hand and looks very deeply into your eyes as he shakes it and goes, Do you hear that, my boy?

Do you hear that?

Never mind, never mind.

And then he takes a seat next to you.

He said, well, I believe I will join the next hand.