It wasn't that Monty minded talking to himself. He was perfectly happy to do so - often times at Sponsor events, it was a downright necessity. He was well equipped to fully flesh out an idea, lead himself in a short debate, and then come to a resolution where all parties were happy, all without a single bit of input from his conversation partners. But he would be remiss if he didn't say he did enjoy being listened to more than the sound of his own voice (nice as that was).
He clicked his tongue as he dropped a small square card onto the bill. "A minute?" He chuckled. "More like for half of my analysis. But no harm done." Monty took a moment to stretch his shoulders back.
"Honestly, you probably heard what you needed to in regards to my expectations. High scores from One and Two, low scores everywhere else. Even Four hasn't mustered up a champion. I thought we might see something exciting from Five or Six this year, since usually there's at least one standout from the outer Districts." Monty shook his head, slightly disappointed with this Games' crop of Tributes.
"But if you're looking for a safe bet? Callisto Meadowforge, District One. You know Cress. Meadowforges can't be beat."
"Safe bets, of course, though my role becomes significantly more interesting when an underdog comes out near the top," Zamlin pondered. His bets from the last games had not gone as neatly to plan as he would have liked and was still attempting to recovering, financially. Heavens knows he did not want another loan shark disaster. "And what of the tributes from District 12? Can you imagine how much of a political nightmare it would be to see Mr. Flint rise the ranks?" Zamlin leaned in to Monty, "you don't suppose the Capitol would attempt to stack the odds against him, would you?"
