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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aethmud" data-source="post: 9029937" data-attributes="member: 6746292">Turning to Thidrik, Jack's gaze appraises the man's impressive armor. "Thidrik Steingrimsson, your armor is quite the spectacle. Impeccable craftsmanship, akin to the intricate patterns of frost on a winter's morn."Then he nods at Ottar, eyes dancing over the man's vibrant tattoos. "And Ottar, I've seen many a story inked onto skin, but the tales your tattoos tell... They're sagas of the seas, battles, and honor, aren't they? Truly a living testament to your courage and exploits."Lastly, Jack addresses Osvic, his gaze settling on the mother-of-pearl gleaming on the man's weapon. "Ah, Osvic, your steel has the elegance of a frost-covered dawn, truly mesmerizing. The way that mother-of-pearl catches the firelight... It's like dawn breaking over a frosted sea. A fitting symbol for a warrior, wouldn't you say?"He turns his attention back to the mercenary leader. “You’ve a keen sense indeed, Thirdrik.  Most I've met are unaware they are, in fact, entirely of brass…” Jack’s eyes widen as he reaches down below his belt.  “My bountiful brass flask!” He grins from ear to ear.  “Filled with the chilliest fairy nectar you could ever taste. A swig of that, and it feels like you've bitten into the heart of a winter apple - cold, crisp, and tantalizingly sweet."“Call me Jack Everfrost,” he chirps while fluttering onto the pillow-top chair.  “The EverFrosty. Jack of all Chills. The Blizzard Bluffer, if you fancy that one." The fairy gives a dramatic flourish of his snowy white cape. "I've been known by all sorts of monikers in my day, each with their own wondrous tale. Mind you, back in the feywild, a name can earn you quite a reputation.“Everfrost, you say? That's because I once played a game of cards atop an iceberg with a white dragon. Nearly froze my wings off, but I won and got away just in time!" Jack strikes a triumphant pose, wings fluttering with glee.“The EverFrosty? That one's from a game of riddles I played with a Winter Eladrin. It got so cold, even my jokes froze mid-air. She chuckled so hard, she caused a blizzard. Hence, The EverFrosty.” Jack shrugs as if this happens all the time, smirking at the disbelieving but amused faces of the mercenaries.“And the Blizzard Bluffer? Well, let’s just say I once convinced a brood of frost giants they were suffering from snow-blindness during a perfect sunny day. All in a day’s work for Jack Everfrost.” He chuckles, clearly delighting in his own storytelling."Anyhow, enough about me. Let’s get back to the main event. Three Dragon Ante it is! A game as wild as the dragons themselves, perfect for such a spirited group and so many players all at once. Let’s keep it friendly, shall we? At least a modest buy-in of say... one gold piece? Unless, of course, you're as fearless as you are bold? Or let's dare antes as high as five gold apiece? But I must warn you, that's all I have at the moment. Blame it on my frivolous fairy nature. It’s the thrill of the game I’m after, not the gold!”  His eyes twinkle with unspoken mischief, a clear challenge to the mercenaries. After all, what kind of Mintarn Mercenaries would they be if they backed down from a dare issued by a half-pint fairy?</blockquote>

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