Ghost King, most fierce.

The sound of wild laughter and a bit of yelling resounded through the entire esteblishment. He couldn't see much behind the translucent red curtain of the raised area he always oversaw things in. But it didn't matter, he could hear every little thing going on anyways.

To the left was a man betting his left hand, to the right was a man betting off his daughter. In the tabl in the center was... something. He actually hadn't noticed what it was at first. The person hadn't spoken yet. He decided to take it into his own hands.

"High, or low?" he asked, his voice loud and clear, stopping most chatter around. He held his cheek in his hand casually as his eyes locked onto the figures he could barely mske out from behind the curtains.

I actually liked this one a bit so i wanted to unpriv it lol