Yasuo found himself in Bilgewater once again. He sat down at a table in the local tavern only to see that someone else has join him. Starting up a conversation, "Do you know any card games?"
Twisted Fate fought hard to avoid the sort of sarcastic comment that could start a bar fight in a split second from escaping his lips. Clearly this man was lost and was catching the attention of everyone in the run down tavern. Tobias shook his head as he saw the hunger in their eyes, plotting how they would jump the swordsman and rip his belongings from his corpse to fish out to some greedy merchant. Of course, the card master didn’t doubt the man’s abilities in the slightest.
Resting his chin in his hand for a few moments, he sat up, rubbing his thumb and index finger as a card suddenly flashed in his hands. Toying around with it, shuffling between his other fingers, it changed from red, to blue, to gold, and then back again, his eyes mimicking the color change in the process. A small smirk curled on his lips as he saw a sort of uneasiness spread across the bar as they realized his presence. As far as they knew, he helped to take out Gangplank and his trusty goons were wearing thin.
“Well of course I do, as fate would have it, you found just the right man. Now, swordsman, what game would you like to play?” he said smoothly, flicking the card downward to cut into the table in front of Yasuo, sinking in like it was a knife. His sword seemed all to familiar, something he saw in some old text over his travels. Clearly the man was from Ionian lands, and far out of his element, despite the smell of the alcoholic cloud that surrounded him.