Jack tutted and held up a finger on his good arm, waving it. "That's where you're wrong. I don't have any of my things today. Those bastards abruptly changed my room and those were all in the old room. Had I had HALF of what I used to have..."

The Fable went on to make a slew of claims as to the vast skill he himself possessed and how very untrained, unimpressive, and clearly lucky Gin had been this evening. Ordinarily, he kept insisting, he would have laughed at Gin's feeble attempts to wound him, but as things were, someone had intentionally stacked the cards against him. Clearly, he was at a handicap and had been taken by surprise, and did he mention that he was unarmed?