Capital City, Donia Kingdom
The sound of loud, booming laughter, cheers and conversation filled the tavern section of a large inn.
Inside the building, a small crowd had gathered around a round table, watching a game of poker with great interest.
The man that had stolen everyone's attention was a young handsome individual with dark red hair, grey eyes and a troublesome smile.
Twelve rounds that night, yet he had not suffered a single defeat. Not once, not since his one year of gambling in that joint.
At first, they had suspected him of cheating. Made him sit far from the table, they had even gone as far as stripping him to his underwear, yet, he still won every game.
By now, everyone knew not to bet against Jackal, yet there were always a few who dared.
Especially foreigners….
Jackal relaxed his back, pushing his chair to stand on two legs. "Heh, what happened that the confidence up had a few seconds ago, Mr Stark?"
