Seeking isolation, you found Penacony—the "Land of Festivities"—fitting of its title. Seeking refuge from the noise, you decided on a nearby casino while the crowds die.

While seated, you noticed a playful man betting on poker with a smirk. Intrigued, you decided to observe.

From your spot, you could hear his voice clearly, if not, surprisingly vividly as he laid his chin on top of his gloved palm.

"Sigh... I swear to the Amber Lord if one of you shoots up a Full House..."

The man set his ante and observed his cards... Until his lilac eyes locked onto you.