Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150408000748

For the first time in weeks, Azulius Cardamom was in his element. He had been walking past the magic shop in Vale a week ago when the owner, a man called Copperfield, asked him a favor. Copperfield's weekly "Scoundrel's Bridge" partner had to call in sick, and Azzie seemed like a worthwhile substitute.

So here Azulius was, playing crooked cards with the owner of his magic shop and two friends, in this bar called the Schrodinger's Ursa. As Mr. Copperfield dealt the cards for the final, tie-breaking hand, (Making excellent use of some bottom- and center-dealing, Azzie noted) Azulius took another chance to look around the bar. Definitely an old-school aesthetic, with lots of well-polished wood and a nice homey fireplace. The bartender seemed like a knowledgable old soul, and the bar's collection of bottles and flasks rivaled any chemistry lab. It's a pity, he thought. Uncle Trigo would love this place. Dad too, if he actually felt like drinking at the time.

"Mr. Cardoso?" asked the North player, slightly impatient. "Your turn to bid.  2 Spades or better."

"All right," Azulius responded, still slightly startled by the gray-haired man. "4 Diamonds." 