Jet
Uncultured
Kadar had uncommonly good fortune, escaping the hangman many times over the years. His ancestral guardians made sure he survived no matter what happened, and he would survive this fucking game too. He was sure of that when he leaned down, grunting when he snatched his card from the ground.
"Let's see what we have here eh?" He wondered aloud, expressing confusion when he examined the strange card. The warping enchantment was something he'd never seen before — no small feat considering his experience in casinos and backrooms, where fortunes were wagered over card games.
Kadar was curious, and demanded explanation when he snapped "What are these enchanted cards? How do we know you're not making them change to rig the game?" He sounded part annoyed and part curious, pursing his mouth as he showed the creature his card.
"So have I won your parlor game? What's my prize? Am I to stay with the pirates or leave this infernal place?" He continued, concealing nervousness with brashness, hand clenching around his card before tossing the crumpled thing away. He wanted to say more but stayed mum for now, awaiting an answer from the beast.
Meanwhile the others were about to cut through a bracelet, looking more conspicuous than a mountain. Kadar wondered why the monster allowed them to work on escaping, guessing the group was considered too weak to worry about. What an arrogant mistake that was. Kadar knew how to keep prisoners, and giving them inches meant conceding miles once the ball started rolling. He stayed mum on that too though, happy to see the creature make mistakes and dig his own grave.
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