Big trouble in little Midgaard...
As the deal comes to Loki next, he guides the conversation towards the the cheater's gloves. Noticing a warrior who has been itching to brawl for most of the evening, he incorporates the large man's mildly inebriated aggression into his ploy. Tilting his head to be sure his voice carries, Loki "wonders" aloud.
"The stitch work on your gloves is quite interesting. And here I thought only Gunnar had a pair like that. Why... Gunnar, where *are* your lucky gloves? You always keep them at your belt when you drink, so as not to lose them. You said you had never had a pair so soft, almost as though they were magic."
Slurring his voice slightly, Loki leans forward, squinting as he shuffles.
"They look nearly identical, even down to the the worn spot where your thumb brushes your weapon. I'm sure this man didn't *know* they were yours when he picked them up, he must surely have thought they belong to another reveler. No one in their right mind would *steal* from you... I remember when that bandit tried to rob you at the roadside, and you were kind enough to leave him with his innards as scarf to keep him warm. Why do you look so angry, Gunnar?"
As the deal comes to Loki next, he guides the conversation towards the the cheater's gloves. Noticing a warrior who has been itching to brawl for most of the evening, he incorporates the large man's mildly inebriated aggression into his ploy. Tilting his head to be sure his voice carries, Loki "wonders" aloud.
"The stitch work on your gloves is quite interesting. And here I thought only Gunnar had a pair like that. Why... Gunnar, where *are* your lucky gloves? You always keep them at your belt when you drink, so as not to lose them. You said you had never had a pair so soft, almost as though they were magic."
Slurring his voice slightly, Loki leans forward, squinting as he shuffles.
"They look nearly identical, even down to the the worn spot where your thumb brushes your weapon. I'm sure this man didn't *know* they were yours when he picked them up, he must surely have thought they belong to another reveler. No one in their right mind would *steal* from you... I remember when that bandit tried to rob you at the roadside, and you were kind enough to leave him with his innards as scarf to keep him warm. Why do you look so angry, Gunnar?"
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