The person performing the theatrics, the eyeballer, is an independent contractor of sorts, hired by you to play nearby and keep an eye on the action at your table; when things get hairy, he's to shark your opponent from afar, all the while making it look innocuous and wholly unintentional.

His jogging of my memory helped me recall what happened that day.

The chandler will fit us with provisions for a month.

cannons […]caused to be scaled and loaded