[ Jesper is not allowed in gambling dens but that doesn't mean he completely stays away from them. He usually can walk right by without any problem, but sometimes he ends up watching from a distance, hoping that maybe observing some good rounds will be almost like experiencing it. He knows he'll never escape it but denial is getting easier.

He's finally pulling himself away after hungrily watching for a good half hour when a stranger from in there sidles up to him. Jesper's not allowed his guns in Nocwich, an unfortunate reality of the peace, but his holsters are clear as day on his hips as if they're meant to be there. His bright green long coat flutters behind him as he moves. He raises an eyebrow at him, amused. ]

I am literally always hungry, so you've picked a good person as a distraction.

[ Jesper moves to the other side of Wolfwood since his colorful look and tall and skinny stature can be very distracting. By the time they'd look over, they probably would notice him more than his companion. He does it without words, the instincts of a team player. ]

They're pretty good at predicting cheating around here, mate, you'd best be careful.