Two Kings and a Tower looked at him with their dull stares. He returned the gaze. Then he looked up from his cards and placed them face up on the table. Smiling widely he leaned back in his chair and studied the other players, a motley lot. Of course, he wasn't the most common type of player himself, but he had become to think like a human during these long, weary years on the Mortal Plane in disguise, hiding from the dragon guardians. Scratching his black beard with long nails, the former Prince of the Seventeenth Hell, Jaxxomi, spoke, "Three Kings and a pair of Towers," his voice reminded that of a naga's, stretching and breaking some of the consonants in his voice. "I do believe I shall be taking the spot."
Three or four people, free for all.