"That sounds enjoyable," Arthur said, in an actually-pleasant tone. "Animals, and all that." Arthur traded the card in the middle for one of his own, taking his terrible hand to a still-bad hand. He put another few sickles in, too. That was - well, that was four sickles in, and he'd lost three already today. But seven sickles wasn't even that many, and with the other three (ten) it was still practically nothing. He hadn't even lost half a week's wages, yet.

"I think I was unfair to you the last time we met," Arthur said, carefully.

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