"Nay, sir, I am not interested in games of chance," Garold declines the Bretonnian's invitation.
"Hope you brought some coins, too. I can pay for this, but I'm nearly broke." Gorim answers sourly. Having to say that one has no gold is never easy for a dwarf.
...
"Ah well, mah friend," says the Bretonnian, thumbing a deck of cards meaningfully, "per'aps you would lahk a chance to win a few coins, non? Phillipe Descartes at your service."
Garold attempts to engage Hans in conversation, "And what of you traveler? Are you off to Altdorf as well?"
"Sorry, I only gamble for fun and then I can afford loosing. I prefer earning my money by work and deed, and not with luck. People who do tend to help their luck..." Gorim answers sourly, but tries to accuse the man not to much. He wants to drink, not to fight.
... Garold buys two mugs of ale and places them next to the dwarves.
[sblock=Dwarven] Greetings lords of the earth. I hope you don't mind my interrupting your reunion. I couldn't help but hear that you are two brothers re-uniting after some time. My name is Garold, pleased to meet you both. [/sblock]