Mr_DC
Been a while
Osthavula
The Governor sucked in the damp air through his bandages. The room smelled faintly of dirt but reminded him most of old wine cellars. Of cellars where meat was hung to dry. The candle flame in the middle of the table flickered playfully, making their shadows dance on the treasures behind them. A drip of water. Somewhere. The Bazaar crying? No. It does that in private, the Governor was sure. Not over them, playing their little games.
He leaned back on the old chair, forcing out a creak from it. The Governor, like the rest of the players, observed the newcomer. The charming, high society young lady. A lady the Governor heard of. More than heard of. He knew who the newcomer to the game would be in advance. He had enough time to do his research and prepare. To learn of the enemy he would be facing. To decide how he wanted the game to end.
There was something more to him. The Governor was far from an ordinary colonist. His bandages weren't worn scraps of fabric. His clothes didn't carry marks of previous battles. Most importantly, there wasn't a layer of dust under him. He was either a fresh colonist or a careful one.
"Airag?" The priest frowned at the bottle as another drop dripped somewhere. "Is it real?" He quickly turned his attention to the Governor.
The Governor smirked at the woman. His next words would have a lot of power. He was an authority when it came to wines. At least in that particular cellar. Regardless of whether her stake was real or not, his words would dictate the value of her offering.
Leaning on the table, interlocking his bandages fingers, the Governor scoffed. "Would anyone dare cheat in such distinct company?" His voice was hoarse and rough as any other colonist but it had something more. His voice might be unpleasant to listen to but it soaked into the listener's soul. Every word he spoke filled a person, turned their focus to him and only him. The Governor knew how to cast a spell over his audience.
"It is real." He gave a deep nod to the lady. What was the point in playing if it was easy to win? Might as well give himself a bit of a challenge and say the truth. He knew not only whether the bottles she brought were real but he knew exactly where she got them and how much it cost her. Information was his business, after all. Information was the most valuable commodity, after all.
"Play." The tiger growled. The priest dealt the tiles to each player and focused on examining his hand.
The Governor shifted his weight to the side closer to the newcomer and whispered. "Best of luck, Miss."
The Governor sucked in the damp air through his bandages. The room smelled faintly of dirt but reminded him most of old wine cellars. Of cellars where meat was hung to dry. The candle flame in the middle of the table flickered playfully, making their shadows dance on the treasures behind them. A drip of water. Somewhere. The Bazaar crying? No. It does that in private, the Governor was sure. Not over them, playing their little games.
He leaned back on the old chair, forcing out a creak from it. The Governor, like the rest of the players, observed the newcomer. The charming, high society young lady. A lady the Governor heard of. More than heard of. He knew who the newcomer to the game would be in advance. He had enough time to do his research and prepare. To learn of the enemy he would be facing. To decide how he wanted the game to end.
There was something more to him. The Governor was far from an ordinary colonist. His bandages weren't worn scraps of fabric. His clothes didn't carry marks of previous battles. Most importantly, there wasn't a layer of dust under him. He was either a fresh colonist or a careful one.
"Airag?" The priest frowned at the bottle as another drop dripped somewhere. "Is it real?" He quickly turned his attention to the Governor.
The Governor smirked at the woman. His next words would have a lot of power. He was an authority when it came to wines. At least in that particular cellar. Regardless of whether her stake was real or not, his words would dictate the value of her offering.
Leaning on the table, interlocking his bandages fingers, the Governor scoffed. "Would anyone dare cheat in such distinct company?" His voice was hoarse and rough as any other colonist but it had something more. His voice might be unpleasant to listen to but it soaked into the listener's soul. Every word he spoke filled a person, turned their focus to him and only him. The Governor knew how to cast a spell over his audience.
"It is real." He gave a deep nod to the lady. What was the point in playing if it was easy to win? Might as well give himself a bit of a challenge and say the truth. He knew not only whether the bottles she brought were real but he knew exactly where she got them and how much it cost her. Information was his business, after all. Information was the most valuable commodity, after all.
"Play." The tiger growled. The priest dealt the tiles to each player and focused on examining his hand.
The Governor shifted his weight to the side closer to the newcomer and whispered. "Best of luck, Miss."