The four men split up with Brandon and Damon going one way and the Guardian and the valley master going the other way, they needed to not be noticed till they have their gun pointed at Kent.
"Shall we try our hands at the table". Damon suggested.
"I have no idea how you became the successor to the Guardian like this are you sure the Guardian isn't bewitched it's easy to miss things like this". Brandon said acting like he was thinking about it.
"You might be privilege to hand out today". Damon replied with a snort.
"So gamble it is".
The two of them begin walking around and checking the tables one after the other trying to find out the spot that is for the bosses that is the table that hosts Kent.
" This is rather exposing for us let's get to the losers booth". Damon sa6and walked off briskly a man at the opposite table had been watching them and sending signals to someone else.
"The losers booth?" Branson asked again to be sure he heard alright.