Quackity pressed a cigar up to his lips, inhaling the smoke. He was obviously lost in thought, calculating his next move during the poker game he was caught in. The man was in a trance, before he was rudely interrupted by a new player entering the casino. He looked up with furrowed eyebrows, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth to blow the puff of smoke. His golden wings lashed with annoyance.

“Aye, What are you doing here, Kid?”

His voice was cold and body language showing irritation.