A Wilderness Road Archive 1

“I do, actually,” good humor remaining due to the way he stood beside her as he took a drink she laughed at his observation of the wine itself. It’s certain sweetness could be overwhelming and she’d let him hang onto the bottle so she would not be tempted. The tea he had offered her that one day she had made an effort to resist as well. The feeling that it gave her and that she exuded afterwards was overwhelming in more than one way.

Drawn along beside him as he offered challenge she knew the dwarves would enjoy him being so open to attempting to play. They also enjoyed making others drink heavily and considering he had not played the game before that was likely to happen. The dwarf in question who was challenged would grin readily something in his expression speaking of his enjoyment of wiping the floor with the poor elf. Myra had no intention of losing if she played, she’d practiced last she’d been here after Davil wiped the floor with her. Glancing to Vith she believed he might have a fair bit more luck than her with it simply because she hoped for it.

The dwarf would laugh in a jolly way hands surrounding his belly like a certain well known deliverer of gifts. He brought one away to hand the elf on of the strange rocks, “Joharn, your highness,” apparently he had more manners than Davil, but a guest of the King was also a guest to the people, unforunately those words were all he knew in common as he’d practiced them before. He spoke in dwarvish looking from Vithkun to Myra. Then Myra spoke in his stead, “He says he would be happy to go a few rounds of practice without adding in the drinking, he doesn’t want you drunk just yet.”

Myra stood far enough aside to be useful as a translator but still out of the way so that both of the dwarves could throw correctly. Spotting Davil moving out of the corner of her eye she figured it was for a better vantage point until he came directly up beside her. She had no reason to treat him any other way than benign considering they were friends and thus she said, “Want to take bets?”

Davil raised a brow and said shortly, “That’ll he’ll do well or that he’ll lose miserably.”

“I think you’ll be surprised,” Myra kept the good faith from earlier and spoke common with Davil so far as to involve Vith in the conversation if he’d been paying attention. Called to translate then for Vith to Joharn she told Vith, “As a guest it is your choice.”

Davil moved from beside her to speak with Joharn, in dwarvish, his voice low and uneasy to Myra’s trained ear but still harsh to Vith as their language was. Myra’s smile only increased at the joy of her companions first throw, “Not a bad one indeed!”

Joharn would not be laughing, or looked pleased at the shot, for he had stepped aside and Davil was holding a stone, Davil spoke instead, “Not a bad shot at all, your highness, Joharn has relented at my request if you will accept me in his stead?”

Myra’s brows furrowed rather quickly and she looked to speak but thought better of it. There was no reason not to at this point. If Vith accepted the new opponent than Davil would step forward and launch the stone into the air. It flew high and almost true landing dead center but rolling, not towards Vith’s but an outer ring before pausing on its bottom. Vith had four points while Davil had two.