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I fanned my face with my cards, trading hard stares with Indrani and Akua. Sadly, though the former was already drunk she was also drunk enough she misremembered her cards half the time.
That made trying to read her an exercise in pointlessness. My eyes narrowed as I studied her stupidly grinning face. Unless that was what she wanted me to think.
Was she faking being drunker than she was? I scoffed at her. I was beginning to suspect I was being had by the both of them complicitly. I would win or lose as a dignified Queen of Callow. Probably lose, I admitted to myself, since I had two Knaves but no same-suit card to match them, making them worth a pittance of ten points even paired.
The Three of Cups stared back back at my face mockingly, promising I would be washing the dishes of these traitorous wenches until the end of days.
Diabolist gracefully added her own to the pile. The Knaves of Cups and Coins, with… shit, equivalent values for the rest. This was going to get ugly. I hastily slapped down my own hand then withdrew by half an inch. There was a heartbeat of silence. Not full strength, but hard enough she went flying with a deeply satisfying yelp.
Sighing, I drew the knife out of my hand and allowed Winter to knit the flesh back together. Holding it by the tip I pointed it accusingly at Diabolist. Horrifying as the thought was, the Woe might have been a bad influence on Diabolist.
The tall snow-capped peaks shared their name with the realm of the drow, though in truth their kind occupied only parts of it and all of those underground.
There were not gates into the Everdark anymore, Indrani had told me. A pretty name, that, for what was a much less glorious reality: Many were collapsed or leading to dead ends, and there were no surface markers indicating their presence. The only people who knew their locations for sure were the drow who still used them, sending roving bands of raiders and slavers to the surface.
Those enterprising souls were not known for having a lot of success in those depredations. Ages ago, before the Golden Bloom had been seized by the elves, the now-broken kingdom of the Deoraithe had occasionally been troubled by them. The surface paths led them into three dead ends: None of these were known to be welcoming locales to outsiders.Thinking Outside the Box: A Misguided Idea The truth behind the universal, but flawed, catchphrase for creativity.
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