[Saloons... how quaint. Tyki continues smiling, then shifts, gesturing to an open chair at the table. He's not too concerned with the others that surround them; they've already fallen into their own conversation, and the dealer's not listening.]

That's good you aren't a novice. I'd hate for this to be your introduction to the game, feels a little cruel.

[Then he clears his throat, waving to the other masked guests thronged around them.]

How about we up the stakes to help our new friend out? Given his pockets are a bit light. [A chorus of laughter, sounds of varying agreement.] Let's see... there's betting trinkets of value, but in a place like this I don't think we've got much of those just yet. Favors, but isn't that what the other games are for? [A giggle from the woman to Tyki's left, who boldly sets a hand on his arm; he doesn't seem to respond to it.]

Or... clothing? [Whoops and hollers of excitement.] What do you say? But we'll keep the masks, of course, for the spirit of the party.