Killing the Mood with a Razor Tongue(1)

"This game...is surprisingly complicated."

"You're telling me! I'm not used to having to control my aether so...delicately."

"Pfft! Speak for yourselves you louts. I feel like a fish in water right now!"

After settling into their rooms and making sure their luggage was secure, Zhen Xing, Zhen Tai, Zhen Guo and Zhen Feng were playing a game of something they recently learned called "shuffleboard", which was surprisingly tricky despite being so simple.

The reason for this trickiness was due to the pucks being used being made from a special type of stone that reacted to the player's aether when pushed.

Too little aether and the puck won't budge an inch, too much and the player was liable to take someone's head off in the process of playing.