This, along with an accompanying groan, was becoming something of a refrain in the gambling hall today, located deep in Hosenka's Crimson Quarter. To all the regulars, of which there were a few, it seemed as though as elderly man had just shown up, wanting to play poker and drink his remaining years away. Considering how bad he was playing, most of the other gambling men and women were more than happy to oblige. So far, Lucas had lost almost one million in jewels, and he only had one million remaining. He had also drank a few bottles of wine, and so even standing up was becoming something of an issue.
"H-how ab-bout one more r-round?" He hiccuped out, barely noticing the gleam in the eyes of everyone around him, "I'll p-put everything in. ONE MILLION" The shout was completely involuntary, but it definitely got the message across. Everyone else, without wasting any time, submitted one million as well. In total, there was around six million jewels up for offer on the table as the cards were dealt out. Lucas, with a slouch and his eyes slowly falling asleep, checked his cards and, for the briefest of moments, one may have been able to see the slightest hint of a smile on the old man's lips. Pocket kings, a very strong hand to start the game.