Published at 6th of January 2026 8:01 am

Chapter 126: Of Wolves and Sheep 3: To the shaggiest

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The smart thing to do would be leave now that Im ahead. I mean, a large gold doesnt seem much to these people, but its more than six times the yearly wage of the basic commoner. Its enough to buy the house and be set for a while.

Yet itd be silly to leave so soon after Ive arrived. After only a half hour of play. So, I stay.

The barons daughter strikes in the next hand, luring the old man and the youth into overbidding and taking a large gold from each of them, plus some more from the others, putting her at nearly seven large and making her the biggest winner so far. She also wins the next hand, but only takes half a large total.

I couldnt see through her for her first win, but got lucky because I knew I had a worse hand than the Marquis. However, seeing her win something gives me a read on her, enough that I see her next hand being a bluff. I could have taken it, but I didnt want her to know my advantage over such a small pot.

Then the count strikes, taking a moderate pot. I unfortunately dont have the hand to challenge her, but I choose to stay in for a few passes of betting anyways, losing an extra medium and a half to not let her know I know how to read her.

Then Monroe intervenes, raising heavily the next hand, and no one dares oppose her. I certainly dont have the hand for it. She takes a moderate pot that puts her higher than the last hand she won. The games flow changes after this, and she introduces topics of polite conversation.

The topics vary, such as my experience living so close to Caethlon, to which I say polite nothings; the counts tin mine hitting a new vein; rumours about Malsas, which is still under quarantine; the Marquis building up his household guard near the Kaldima border and if he thinks hell be called to the campaign; asking about an acquaintance of the barons daughter; and mentioning the youths knight mentor and asking what hes doing. Nothing consequential, at least at a glance. Though I get the sense that Monroe is actually very interested in some of them, though hides which ones well.

About ten hands pass like this without anyone making any major gains, and everyone taking our hosts lead and relaxing while imbibing the ample refreshments. Monroe wins a little bit more, and the Marquis and youth lose a little bit. Finally, the youth, desperate after being reduced to his last large gold, makes a foolish bid on a middling hand. The count, having a better hand, sees it and pounces.

The younger woman sees whats happening immediately and folds instantly, as does Monroe. I see whats happening too, but decide to stay in a bit longer, paying another medium to build up the illusion of vulnerability to the count before folding. The Marquis stays in too long, but eventually folds, so the count raises to the remainder of what the youth has left.

The youth foolishly pursues and loses everything. Pity I hardly got anything from him.

Ah, no worries, the count says with a vicious grin, making it obvious which of wolf or sheep she thinks herself, you dont have to leave. Itd be a pity to walk away before its even dark. Here, let me lend two large lets say standard rates? Her voice is smooth and oh so reasonable as she slides the coins across the table. The youth winces, knowing whats in store, but feeling himself too embarrassed to refuse.

Ah good. Ill be able to get some more from him after all. Besides, while hes here, they wont go after me.

Things continue as before, but tenser. The youth takes a more conservative approach, folding early, except when he has a good hand. Which, of course, means everybody can tell when he gets a good hand and folds out early, and so his loaned stack gradually diminishes.

Conversely, the barons daughter begins taking bigger risks, but does so better than the youth did, winning a few pots with only mid hands. She is dominant over the next ten rounds, taking moderate pots from everyone but Monroe. Even the Count loses a fair amount of coin to her, and the Marquis is practically bleeding gold.

I also lose some more, and win only light pots, putting me at only a handful of medium gold better than when we started. Of course, part of that is from losing more coins than needed on purpose whenever the Count has a good hand. Another part of course being efforts to convince her that she can read me by trying to badly bluff. Im convinced I have her mentally where I want her, but now Im just waiting for my hand and hoping Ill still have enough to use it when I finally get it.

A few hands later, I get something good, but the count doesnt, and so folds out early after I deliberately give her a clue by increasing my heartrate and breathing and allowing the faintest quiver of a grin on my face timed perfectly so that only she sees it. The others besides Monroe keep in it, and I end up taking nearly two large, putting me at about five total.

It would be fine to leave at this point, though not great socially. Still I want to beat the Count. The smug look of disdain when she saw me arrive in a hired carriage, and just the thrill of the hunt.

Unfortunately for the youth, this victory of mine takes away the last of his borrowed coin. But worry not, the oh so smooth Count is here to soothe his worries with another loan though he of course understands the need to increase the interest for the whole loan to double standard, doesnt he? He is reasonable after all, and itd be a shame to leave so early. The shadows have only just begun to lengthen. He simply must stay until nightfall after all.

So, he takes the loan, and the next hand she strikes unfortunately for her though, I get my hand.

Everyone at the table, except maybe Monroe, gets good hands, but I get nearly the best there is. So, I control my body to produce the signs of only a moderately good hand which mostly amounts to contradictory indicators. Excitement muddled with fear. Scent is the hardest to control, so I let that be excitement, with breathing being worry, my face oscillating, and my heartrate being mostly calm with sudden spikes. Of course, nothing is overt, being elevated in intensity by only about twenty percent at most. Still, it should seem like Im shouting to the enhanced senses here.

The youth starts the bidding out strong, raising two medium. Everyone can tell he has a good hand, but they have better and so eagerly jump in, while I only match or raise the minimum each pass so they'll discount me. Even with my minimal participation though, the pot quickly reaches two large gold from everyone but Monroe, who folded on the first pass.

Unfortunately for the youth, he is already playing on credit so he is unable to go all in, and people are still raising on their turns. In order for him to keep in the hand and not lose by default, hell need another loan.

Why, Id be happy to help you, dear, the count grins, oh so sweetly. After all, itd be a pity to lose so much on a technicality. I can spare another two large, though Im afraid Ill have to move the rate for the whole loan up to triple standard. You understand, dont you, sweety?

Klank! The table jolts as I slap a pair of large gold on the table in front of the youth. Standard, I say, not looking at him or her as he hesitantly takes them, then immediately splits them with Monroe and matches the previous bet.

The standard interest is compound and set so that a loan will be paid in five years with standard payments, which will result in the loan giver doubling their money. Both standard interest and standard payments have legal ramifications, and making standard payments provides some protection to the loan taker, but still favours the lender. Tripple standard in contrast is simple usury.

The Count scowls at me for taking her prey. Its not polite to intervene in these things, she says, smiling to show her teeth threatenngly.

I glance at her, then away, openly disregarding her. Its not polite to be so obvious about these things either. I counter.

She scowls, but doesnt pursue.

Its my turn to bet, so I openly glance around and shrug, suddenly putting in six medium all at once.

Everyone freezes at my sudden move. They all believed I only had a moderately good hand, not something to risk six medium on, much less the coin I already put in. So naturally, they think Im bluffing to drive home my point against the count. A foolish show of bravado or so they hope.

Its the barons daughters turn next. I see her struggling between an instinct towards conservative play, and a hunger to take such a big pot with a hand she knows is good. Ultimately, the latter wins out and she matches, then raises two medium. The Marquis, having taken a beating but still having the coin for more, shrugs and does the same.

The count, sensing something is wrong, merely matches, as does the youth, so I raise another two. The barons daughter finally only matches, but doesnt fold, while the Marquis matches and raises again.

No one else is willing to raise, but they also refuse to fold outright. While the Marquis seems intent on forcing me to bid my whole pile of coin something I happily do.

They all seem physically struck when its time to reveal and I show the winning hand. They were all certain that I didnt have anything and that someone else would take it, even if they personally didnt.

Monroe looks at me straight on, then to each of the others in turn. She lets out a soft chuckle, shrugs and cracks her neck, then begins her hunt in earnest.

The others are shaken by my bold move, and so spend the next several hands trying to reassess everything well, me in particular. With so much attention to me, they dont pay enough attention to her until theyve already put in a sizable pot, then suddenly fold when she starts raising.

Of course, she doesnt do this every hand, but gives me the opportunity to join in the feasting. I decide to display indicators completely at random on every hand, rapidly alternating my breathing and heartrate, and even managing to control my scent a little, all while keeping my face completely neutral. Rather effective for getting them to fold when I want them to.

The Count slams her fist into the table, causing all the coins to clink together as she stands. Well, Ive had enough of this, and I think the rest of you should too. Her face reddened, she takes a glass of wine from a servant and down it in one gulp to make some point. I dont know what point, but its obvious that she meant there to be one.

I glance around the table and count the coins. Monroe has about twenty-two large, and I have seventeen large gold in front of me, plus the youths debt, making me grin happily. In contrast, the youth is down to his last two mediums, and the other three have less than four large between them.

Oh? I ask, tilting my head mockingly. What a pity. Id be more than happy to give you a loan. After all, the night is so young. Itd be a shame to leave before the morning light, and Id be monstrous not to give you a chance to win your coin back at triple standard. You understand, of course. After all, you are a reasonable soul.

She makes to say something to me, but just seethes for a moment and turns to leave.

Wait! I say, slapping down a handful of coins in front of the youth the four large that he owes her, plus a few medium to cover the first three months of interest demanded by law. Pay what you owe her. Better to consolidate your debt, no? Ill give you the standard rate.

He stares at the coin, deciding between me getting more and him paying less. Ultimately though, he knows that not consolidating his debt under the lower rate would be too costly and snatches the gold off the table, quickly out stretching his hand and dropping the coins into the Counts upturned palm.

She scowls at me again, then quickly leaves, taking the Marquis and the barons daughter with her. Monroe looks at me with a flat lipped expression, then chases after them, leaving me alone with the youth who now owes me more coin than a commoner could pay in their life more than some nobles could pay too.

I move to leave too, but pause as I see the youths expression, or rather lack thereof. Hes just staring blank faced at the wall, his hands shaking I guess mine are too, though for opposite reasons. Both of our futures are opening up before us, but where mine is an open sky, his is a plummeting abyss.

Sighing, I grab the back of his chair and turn it to face me, startling him. I try to loom, but only come to his neck even as hes sitting down. Still, he flinches as if Im towering.

Well, I guess we should talk then, I say, crossing my arms sternly and making his face go pale.

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