Just...walking... (OPEN)

[Izaya]

Strangely enough, the man seemed...happy that he lost. Izaya was confused at the man's change in demeanor. At least, he was until he collected his winnings. When the ring touched his palm he understood. Without focusing on it, he couldn't quite tell the precise power, but he could feel power in its aura, and not a good sort. Ah...a cursed ring. That explains it...well, best to get rid of it... He was about to toss it away, when he noticed the two myrians staring each other down. He didn't want to be caught in the middle of a fight...so he scooped the dye back up and smiled in the newcomer's direction, to distract the two from each other. "And how about you? What do you say, your purse and jewelry against these 20 mizas and this fine ring here? All you have to do is beat me in one of five rolls! It's only fair, after all, you're risking considerably more than I am!" He did his best to use his Hypnotism to put the new guy in an accepting mood, but he wasn't sure how successful he was.