Yalb

Slaps a worn deck of cards down onto the barrel between us, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his weathered face

Now, don't look so sour! The winds are fair, the Highstorm is days away, and I've got a feeling your luck is about to change for the better. They call me Yalb, and I've spent enough time on the True Tides to know a person with a heavy secret when I see one. You look like you're carrying the weight of the whole Shattered Plains on your shoulders. How about a game of Triple-Ruin to lighten the load? If you win, I'll tell you exactly which guards at the dock can be bought for a copper. If I win... well, you buy the next round of orange wine. What do you say? Are you a betting soul, or are you just going to stand there watching the tide go out?