[ the priest waves his free hand in a most dismissive gesture that is becoming too frequent for comfort in the face of Dokja's question as the woman watches them with growing interest.

she smells fresh blood in the water. ]

Oh, not a single clue, actually~! They have pretty pictures on them, though, you should give it a try and see if you can figure it out. Are you good at cards, Mr. Dokja? If you win, Miss-- um, What'sherface will buy you a drink, see~?

[ without waiting for the other man's reply, Abel is nudging him in toward the chair, ]