Linus spared the newcomers a glance, but as they said nothing and seemed to prefer it that way, he left them be. Takes all kinds, they say. Guess I can't blame 'em - sometimes I don't feel much like talkin', either. Returning his attention to Doc and the card, he favored the former with a wry grin, and let the latter fall to the table.
"Lucky for my wallet, an' unlucky for yours, I'm not much of a gambler. S'a neat trick, though." He leaned back again, and shrugged as the ever-present grin returned. "But I never actually asked where ya learned how to do cards, so I s'pose I can't really hold it against ya to not tell me. And speakin' of hard to believe, how 'bout that new Molly treaty?" The grin fell a bit more as he continued. "Think it'll make a difference?" It was no secret that the war wasn't going well for Bretonia, and whatever else he might've thought of either House, Linus had no desire whatsoever to see one wiped out.
