Ofelia/Altair/OPEN: end of night, after the game.
"'When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won.'" Altair quoted the next lines automatically and then quirked an eyebrow over at Ofelia. "Quoting the great Bard at a poker game? I suppose the Orator never entirely leaves the blood, does it, darling?"
He had very little to pack himself, but Altair was in no hurry to leave. There might still be something to see or an interesting conversation to overhear while everyone else prepared to return to their lives. For his own part, he hadn't quite lost his shirt, but he would be returning to the Nobles District with a considerably lighter purse. Good thing he'd had the foresight to use his father's money and not his own.