Hmm, very strange indeed. Atnem had explained his dream to Oraia after theyd finished cleaning. I will look into it later tonight.
The three of them were in the tavern now. Atnem and Oraia were sitting at a table, waiting for the customers to arrive. Ferov was by the fireplace, playing chess against himself. He seemed to be losing.
Bah! Why is there no assassin piece in chess? Or a mage? All brute force. Not even a bloody archer. I dont see how they call it a strategy game, when all you do is rush in and bash skulls. Hey, stop laughing, Im serious! He lit a pawn on fire, and flung it at the other side of the chess board. There, catapults that throw flaming corpses. Now thats my kind of game.
Atnem was laughing hysterically. He almost fell out of his chair. Someone walked into the tavern, so he tried to muffle his laughter. When he had stopped, he wiped the tears from his eyes and took the flute out of his bag.