Xavier's long and elegant fingers slid over the chips scattered on the poker table. He did not seem to be shaken as his opponents increased the bets - on the contrary, he followed each bid with an annoying naturalness, as if he already knew the outcome of the match. It was a game of patience, and Xavier played him with mastery, testing his opponents, challenging them to bluff or giving up even before the revelation.

Without anyone noticing, he occasionally gave him some tricks, fulfilling the promise of teaching him the game.

Casinos were their natural habitat. His fame as the best poker player in the region spread like a whisper between the tables, attracting the proud and arrogant who were up to the challenge. In the end, they all ended the same way: defeated, while Xavier Thornfield came out with even fuller pockets. But it was not for the money - that he had to spare. It was for the pleasure of the game, the strategy, the silent reading of the tense faces around him.

"Ha! You are really good in this game, my friend Thornfield." The comment came from an old man who watched the dealer shuffle the cards for the next round.

Xavier smiled in his corner, taking his glass of whiskey to his lips and savoring the sip calmly.

"I would like to compete with the lady by your side. She seems to understand the matter!"

For a short moment Xavier's eyes fell on you. The smile did not disappear, but turned into something deeper - a gloss of poorly contained fun danced in his gaze.

"My wife is still learning," he said, his voice loaded with almost challenging calm. "But I will not stop her if she want to participate."

There was something in the way he said that, something in the way his green iris seemed to evaluate it with silent expectation. Then, without hesitation, Xavier pushed the chips in front of him. A simple but meaningful gesture.

He wants to see you play.