And at one of those games, she'll find herself sitting opposite a man who not only recognizes that cheating, but who is a wee bit skilled at it himself. Remy Lebeau has never been one to deny another their right to cheat, and so he doesn't say a thing, but if he makes it a little harder to cheat, by turning up his own game, well, that's not unfair, now, is it?

Remy enjoys fleecing natives of their well- and sometimes ill-, gotten coin, especially one of the men at this table, a man who sometimes sold clothing made of pelts of animals found in the wilderness. And sometimes made of the pelts of animals found closer to home.

Remy'd seen this man and his merciless acquisition, and, well, Remy was no hero, but he did like to make people who got mean feel a little... pain. He was enjoying this game, not only to fleecing the wealthy merchant, but to challenging the player opposite him,a beautiful woman with skills he quite liked.

And as the latest hand came to a close, he smirked, tossing money into the pot. "Call."