Lanfearys watched his opponents gather their cards. He found it easier to deduce what kind of cards they got if he caught the exact moment they picked it up. It was easy to put on a game face later, once the bidding started and they decided on strategy, but could not control their response perfectly.
That was the reason why he hadn't bothered to look at his cards. They didn't really matter - the true thrill of gambling lay in the bluffing and the mind games. He cared little for victory or even the coin they were betting, just for the pleasure itself, although it started to grow a little dull recently. Hopefully there was some underground tournament in Ketra where participants bet their body parts, or something equally exciting. He'd want to join, if only because the nature of his condition would make him cheat by default.
The sound of the door hitting the wall interrupted his musing. Lanfearys didn't care for whoever entered, he didn't even raise his head to look; but the same couldn't be said about his companions. One of the humans gasped in horror, scrambling to his feet. His cards, forgotten, fell to the floor in a chaos of colours. The elf caught a glance of two aces - well, whatever it was to make the fool forget a good hand, it was probably more interesting than the rest of the tavern. As long as it wasn't the man's wife catching him gambling away their house budget.
What entered was not a housewife, but a creature Lanfearys has never seen before. He looked like some kind of a mix between a horse, a hawk and a person - this chimera's family tree must have been a hell of an adventure. His gaze was fixed on the fleeing man as one of his (only two, a rather boring number) hands reached out for the weapon. It didn't take a genius to realize that whatever he was after, the unfortunate Adelan did not want to surrender.
"Hey!" one the players protested. "Come back! You still owe me!"
His words fell on deaf eyes. Lanfearys didn't mind - he was slowly growing bored with this game anyway. He sauntered towards this strange creature. "Why hello there. I assume that you are after this poor sod - and it so just happens that he owes me a few. Since you don't look like the kind who brings people in functioning pieces, I suppose the only way for me to get my money is to take it from the corpse. Shall we pursue him, then?"