Two days later.
Morning. Around 10 am.
On the top floor of the inn, Riven was playing a game of chess with Selene.
Azira- this little treacherous girl- had sided with Selene. And now both were trying to defeat him.
Riven had to admit. He was struggling.
His girl's IQ was far too high for him. Selene plans four steps ahead.
Riven looked at the board with a scowl; his absent-minded mood had melted, and now all that was left was frustrated calculation.
Five moves earlier, if he had not moved the Queen, he might not be in this position, but reality kept teaching him lessons.
Twitch
Suddenly, his ears twitched and his hands froze.
Selene, too, felt his thoughts, so she stopped her train of calculation.
Azira didn't know what was wrong, so the girl was still looking at the board with an interested face.
They didn't do anything.
Still looking at the board.
One minute.
More sounds.
Two minutes.
Three.
Four.
Sounds started to soften.
Five minutes.
