*Hunter*
Slowly sipping my scotch and rolling a coin over, under, between my fingers, I pay little heed to the men I'm playing cards with... except for one: Alpha Ashenflame.
Alpha Ashenflame downs liquor as though he believes drinking enough of it will cure all ills, when in truth it only adds to his troubles. Cards require a man to keep his wits about him if he hopes to have any chance at winning. Ashenflame's wits seem to have completely deserted him.
He growled when I took a chair at the table, though his behavior isn't particularly unusual. With the exception of Riverdale, the other gentlemen expressed their displeasure at my arrival by clearing their throats, shifting in their chairs, and signaling for more drinks. I am not known for my charity when it comes to cards. I believe a
