"C'mon, there's a lot more to it than chance..." Firo could wax poetic forever about the skill and finesse involved in cards--remarkable considering he's hardly the type given to poetry. It was a good thing their introductions cut him off.

"Firo Prochainezo." He grinned, waving his hands around. "No master or mister or anything." What was with these polite people? Firo was much more accustomed to being referred to as 'hey, brat' or something along those lines.

"It's nice meetin' you, Éowyn." He hesitated, "Er, I don't hafta call you anything for bein' a king's sister, do I? What even is that, a princess?"