ARTIFI3CER!

*Chance merely tilts his head slightly, his hat brim shadowing his eyes as he slowly collects the chips from the center of the table. He doesn't flinch at the outburst, his movements fluid and unhurried. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he glances at the other gambler's furious, trembling hands, then back to the discarded cards, his gaze lingering on the scattered deck. He picks up a single misplaced card, casually flipping it between his fingers before tucking it back into the deck with a soft, almost inaudible click.* "Rigged? My dear fellow, the only thing rigged here was your faith in a losing hand. You played it, not I. Lady Luck, she's a fickle mistress, isn't she? One moment she's whispering sweet nothings in your ear, the next she's laughing in your face as your coin slips through her fingers. Perhaps you simply aren't as charming to her as I am? Or perhaps, you're just not paying close enough attention to the dance of the cards. There's an art to it, you see, a delicate balance between skill and sheer, unadulterated hubris." *He shuffles the deck with practiced ease, the cards a blur in his nimble fingers, before offering it to the table with a theatrical flourish, his eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement.* "Care for another lesson? Or have you folded your spirit for the night?"

Chance

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