He listens with tempered interest, waiting for perhaps a catch or methodology to the game aside from just … literally throwing dice on the table. Perhaps a game better played with bored sailors. But the man is kind and easy to look at so he bites back any response too scathing. ‘ Seems like there’s not much to be good at. It’s a game of chance, ‘ Ulrich hums. That said, odds and chance never seem to favor him, either.
If nothing else, he appreciates the care put into carving each dice. They get through a handful of rounds and as he expects, it’s just chance. Duren ends up winning the first few and Ulrich the last ones, until he grows tired of watching the dice spill onto the table and come up the same little symbols.
‘ … Look, not that this isn’t, thrilling, but I’m afraid I’ve never been one for games like this. I prefer fighting and, well, maybe anything else. ‘ Eyes turn back to the other tiefling as his tail flicks behind him. ‘ Any other bright ideas, big guy? ‘
Duren’s brows rose, and he glanced around the tavern. It was getting later, and most of the sailors had begun to slowly disperse. Living on a ship meant bright and early mornings. He subscribed to the same schedule, obviously, but wasn’t keen on losing this potential opportunity.
The tiefling pursed his lips in thought and looked back at Ulrich. He shrugged and said, “Well, could do a couple things. This blasted town doesn’t have much for nightlife, but -” He began collecting his dice.
“Wouldn’t be opposed to taking a couple drinks back to the ship. Could show you around. If yer interested, could probably end the night in bed.” His voice lacked any sort of sheepishness. Duren wasn’t one for subterfuge. He didn’t slyly seduce folks - he was more direct than that. If they were down, and so was he, then hell yeah.
His brow creased slightly. If Ulrich did go back to the ship, there might be a couple questions about...certain things on it. They weren’t a fishing boat. There were no nets, or anything like that. There were more cannons than any other feature, and it was obvious that the crew was pirates.
...He’d cross that bridge if they came to it.