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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 3320570" data-attributes="member: 15549">Keeping his desire to vomit in check, Cyrus' voice goes hard and he no longer tries to hide his contempt of the man holding him. The frustrations which had been building over the last few days came out of him in a torrent of anger and disgust which seemed to be aimed at the witless drunk, but was truly aimed only at himself."Release me or I will call for the Watch. I am known to them, have used Mongrel's gifts to heal them and have thus far only tried to reason with you as a man. Your friend at least sought to save you from yourself, but I am sick of this charade. You lost. You are perhaps the most witless card player I have ever sat next to, drunken or sober, so why should I cheat? You bet crowns on hands you should have folded on and once I learned your tells, it was easy to take your coin. So now you sit here in the cesspool you call a life seeking something to cling to as you watch the world pass you by. You could have moved on, could have sought a different path, but you lack the drive and will to do so. Then you see me, you think I am a brigand. I offer peace, your shallow grasp on misguided anger forces you to turn it astray. So do what you will, but know there will always be those you feel have cheated you until you change your own luck."Turning away from the man, Cyrus' hard eyes lock onto the tavern master."Call for the Watch. Ask for Sergeant Benedict personally and tell him of someone seeking to rob the priest of the Watch."The pain in his knee was gone for the first time in months, and Cyrus felt more alive than he could recall. His face twisted into a dark grin as he looked back into the drunk man's eyes."I have just raised your bet maggot, and you know what my hole card is, care to see if you can still take this hand?"</blockquote>

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