[Past] Ninety-Nine Bottles of....One Bottle of Bad Whiskey

What was it you said? Gold eyes watched the dwarf named Smithie leave in haste. I have a face not overtly threatening. His baring of teeth soften as he looked towards the elf. It's a good way to invite danger little elf. Besides the way your companions react tells me that I am threatening. Just a little.  Amused at their pallor as if he would get up in arms over a card game.  Well, at least, he didn't think removing the problem at the table was getting up in arms.  I feel nothing at all. He was going to ruin a perfectly good game. So I called attention.  While I might not play I do enjoy the stakes. Win little elf and I'll buy you a drink and tell you my name.