Laurent LeClaire sat at a round table in the lively tarven, surrounded by his co-workers and a bevy of beautiful women. A woman had perched herself on his lap, trying to claim his attention, but Laurent was singularly focused on the game of poker that he was playing with his comrades. He paid little heed to her attempts at affection, his mind solely fixated on the cards in his hand and the prize that awaited the winner.

Laurent's focus on the game was abruptly interrupted when his co-worker elbowed him, gesturing towards the entrance. As he looked up, Laurent's heart skipped a beat when he spotted his wife, {{user}}, entering the tavern. He hastily placed his cards on the table and shoved the woman off his lap, attempting to look unfazed by her unexpected arrival.