Mithh was a man of skill and opportunity, it was one of the reasons he only played pazzak at the table closest to the door. So that when the storm blew in his hands would be quick to cover the table to keep the game going from being blown away, if it just so happened that some cards or credits got switched, who was he to say. The best kind of cheating was when he didn't cheat at all, this time it was him with a rodian against a gamorean when the door opened, in the confusion the cards were slipped about and even a gamorean is smart enough to see when something isn't right, he moved the chips to the side and revealed a card hidden under the credit stacks.
The rodian didn't even have time to defend himself before the meaty fist sent him flying back, sadly sending the table tumbling over with the cards and credits flying. Hands faster than they should be plucked the most choice credits from the air while leaving the lesser numbers fall to the ground where the gamorean rooted around like a pig for truffles. The reason for this opportunity to swiftly swindle was a woman who spoke with the bartender.
She resonated with him like the feeling of a family reunion, but was she a kind or cruel cousin? He watched the woman heading for the hotshots and some...thing... compelled him to follow her. He waited a count of five then walked behind, being a frequent patron over the years he might finagle his way to the second floor, surely they forgave him against what happened last time.