The man approached Rufus intrigued by the coin. As his eyes locked onto it Rufus felt rather guarded of the object. It wasn’t the man’s, it was his. But this surge of jealousy was tampered by the reminder that likely, and more sanely, the man simply was curious. As Tuni would be when he showed her.

“Won it in a game of cards.” Rufus said with a shrug, closing his palm around the small coin involuntarily. That was enough interest from the other man, he seemed to unintentionally decide.