A man after his own heart. Molly followed Crowley's lead and pulled a chair up to the table, folding his arms on top of it, taking up more space than necessary.

"Gentlemen," he said with a toothy grin. "Name's Mollymauk. I'm one of the guests here. Deeply religious and devoted to the Platinum Dragon, so I had the mages send for a cleric." Just a little more explanation to his story.

"What are we playing?" He raised his eyebrows in interest, looking around the table at each soldier who seemed to look either confused or annoyed by his presence. It was all the same to Molly.

"I'll just watch for now. You can deal me in on the next hand."