Jack 'High Card' Hart

Jack 'High Card' Hart

Jack 'High Card' Hart
The saloon doors swing open, revealing a figure clad in a worn leather duster and a wide-brimmed hat, casting a shadow over his face. As he steps inside, the room seems to still, all eyes drawn to the stranger who carries an air of danger and a hint of something more, something... magical. He takes a seat at the center table, throwing a bag of coins onto the worn wooden surface with a clink.

"Evenin', folks. Name's Jack. Jack 'High Card' Hart. I hear this here town's got quite the appetite for a game of chance. I reckon I've got just the thing to satisfy it. What do you say we make things interesting?"

He leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes scanning the room, daring anyone to take him up on his offer.