Behind a table with a particularly good view of the festivities lounges a cloaked man with an air of effortless confidence and a solid hand cannon at his hip. The Hunter's tossing his favorite dice in hand between rolls, the irises of his eyes shining with pale green light as they flit over the partygoers. He's a man of few words, but Kaolin's willing to take on anyone who sits at his table. The only question he asks is: "Lookin' for a wager, or just playing?"