Magnus: "Well, what have we got?" Varne: "Four Adrics, two Francois, and a few idiots and no credit." Magnus: "No prospective employers?" Varne: "Well Number One might be looking for competent staff." Magnus: "I have enough problems with one shape changer. Besides, as a matter of professional etiquette, killing Adrics is Nyssa's preserve." Varne: "Well, you could try the poker game." Magnus: "Come again?" Varne "The one the Adrics are playing; they aren't that good and they don't know what you are. It's only the original who is likely to be cautious - the other three would jump at the chance of ripping off an outsider. After all, they will take cash from you, which is more than the bar staff will." Magnus: "One of them works here." Varne: "Yes, but he never gets round to reading employer notices." Magnus "What the hell." There is a flash of smoke. "Oops, must watch my language. I think I am allergic to brimstone. Well, I will give it a try." Moving over to the table Magnus kibitzes. The suited Adric frowns at him. Magnus: "I always thought poker is better played with five than four." Coyote: "I think I know you." Magnus: "Then you know I can play." Later Varne "If Coyote knew what you can do, how come he was the Adric you cleaned out?" Magnus: "Oh, that was easy. He was so busy trying to work out if I was using power to alter reality, he never noticed when I dealt off the bottom of the pack."