The man in the red coat glowers at Orla. "The fool tried to cheat me at cards," he grunts, glancing behind him momentarily, one hand on his hip. He raises an eyebrow at Orla and says, "And who the hell are you? You speak like a slum rat from the underhive of this Throne forsaken city." The man's gaze drifts from Orla, to Hound, then back again.