Games

But as I was saying, the cellmate can make or unmake the mood of the cell.

Avara was an unmaker, greedy and selfish, and unafraid to lie about the rules of the games she played.

In war, my troops would come under withering fire from a nearby end table; with ten units of infantry on each side, I hadn't even bothered to ask whether selling my troop's daggers would be enough to buy two units of archers. Archers, I might add, with pinpoint accuracy when aiming at my leaders and sergeants.

In spinning wheel, I was undone because I hadn't thought to meld spinning wheel and loom into a singular device. Even when I asked, she was unable to draw the combination, only to insist that it allowed her to produce nine times the cloth that mine was … and that since I couldn't visualize it, I was unable to build one. <1>