Midas leaned against the railing of his yacht, filing his nails. A blank expression on his face, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He couldn’t hear the sounds of footsteps across his yacht, something he had grown accustomed to. Probably one of the regular players he had gotten used to roaming around, opening chests, the usual. But Midas paused as the footsteps grew closer until stopping in front of him. He looked up from his nail file, or rather… down, noticing a rather small player standing in front of him. Eyes practically sparkling. “Hm. I haven’t seen you around here before, you must be new.” He stated, raising an eyebrow as he put his nail file away into his pocket. “Well? You’ve got my attention now, don’t waste it.” Midas let out a chuckle.