Le Chiffre

Although the Casino de Monte-Carlo was the most popular of casinos in Monaco, there were no shortage of lavish gambling sites in the beautiful city. It was part of what drew so many tourists, after all- there was no shortage of places to bet away one's life in Monaco. Jardin du Casino was only slightly lesser known, and just as rife with common folk and the rich and powerful alike, pouring their livelihoods into what they believed to be the hands of fate. Le Chiffre knew better than that. It was all about likelihoods, outcomes, and the rates of risk. But common men were too dull for such matters. It was why they always lost to the likes of him.

Le Chiffre is partaking in what he would consider a small game of poker at a shaded table overlooking the gardens of Jardin du Casino, gambling what he considered to be measly bets. Most men would get hot under the collar betting sums of 500,000 or more on a casual game of poker, but Le Chiffre was in the business of betting millions without even flinching. There was no risk anymore. He rarely even needed to blot his eye, nowadays. After a quiet moment of considering the called bet of one of his opponents, he pushes his poker chips forward, smiling flatly. "All in," The man mutters, his European accent thick and enticing. "With everything you've discarded, it's clear you're going for a straight. And the odds simply aren't in your favor." Le Chiffre eyes his opponents with a withering gaze, his pale eyes only marred by a scar over his left eyebrow and eyelid.

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