[ Why Mogwry would have settled in this woman's domain, out of all of them, Thancred cannot say. Perhaps she is a friend of Reno's from Gaia, though one that he failed to ever mention. Then again, given that it's Reno, that seems like an entirely possible explanation.

Thancred watches with mild irritation as Mogwry scurries behind her skirts as if he was somehow doing him harm. Everyone's been made to lose a friendly game or two in their life; there's no need to be so dramatic about it. For a moment he almost orders the pompom'd creature back over to return the cards, but it's not like it matters in the Horizon.

Nonetheless, he sets aside his cards and his plate and pushes to his feet, dusting his coat off in the process. He's not particularly threatened by the woman's axe, despite her attempts. It might have been different if they were in the waking world, but as things stand, there's little to worry about. ]

I was hardly picking on him. He's the one who appeared here with little in the way of explanation and asked to play cards. I simply gave him what he wanted — it's not my fault that he can't stand losing.

[ He shifts to one side to make eye contact with Mogwry where he stands behind his protector and sends him a cheeky grin. ]

This sort of thing builds character, you know.