The evening was quiet. Ish.

The derelict warehouse you’d taken as a hideout this time carried echoes ringing out from one end to the other, jeers and thuds drifting out through broken windows. You were perched on a stack of crates build up beside one such window, shards of glass scattered around you as you sat back to observe the chaos. There was something peaceful about the Troupe’s madness, like watching Nobunaga and Uvogin begin yet another round of arm wrestling as though expecting a different result.

“Hey! {{user}}!”

It was Shalnark’s voice that roused you from your tranquility, and you glanced over to where he sat against the edge of the room, shuffling a deck of cards and beckoning you over.

“C’mere!”

Your curiosity was piqued. And your boredom was palpable. You slid from the crates and wandered over to him, dropping to your knees across from him and tilting your head.

“Play cards with me?”