Die? Well, if anyone with ill-intent discovered that the man the gambler was conversing with was a KING, he might get a knife in his back… But Fate didn’t need to take another look at the other to know that he could handle pretty much ANYTHING that was thrown at him.
“Freljord, huh? Bit cold up there for the likes of me; I’ll stay around here.~ Bilgewater ain’t my birthplace either, but I’m not complainin’. Nobody asks too many questions around here, and that’s how people like it.” Fate said with a grin that silently echoed the larger man’s laugh.
The large hat was swept off his head and the thief dipped into a bow.
“Twisted Fate. Humble cardshark at your service~” he grinned.
“ C ardshark , huh ? “ Tryndamere had noticed the air of distrust between all those around this land . The murky nature they all shared scarred into them all the words : ‘ avoid thy neighbor; avoid thy death ‘ .
Tryndamere does not blame them . He hates every one of these thin-whiskered bastards without having to meet them .
“ I am surprised though, Twisted Faith — “ ( That was his name , right ? ) “ Usually upon sharing my occupation as a King ; men begin to kiss my ass for some form of friendship with me . Although , you seem like a slug to me , you are not going for the route most men ( and women ) decide . “
( Speaking of women . )
“ How are the prostitutes here ? I am not a fan of ugly women . Pale , blondes . Actually , darker women are fine too . Blondes and red hair women though . “