"The Furnace never dies; honor is eternal!"
'Oh, heavens.' That hit Bane right in the heart. 'It's the perfect slogan for our clan. How did I never think of it before? This is what I get for not reading enough books.'
Those words were worth a toast. He downed his beer, white foam coating his beard.
Refilling his mug, he went to see what was going on with that Magical Device.
Eight youngsters sat around the machine. In front of each of them was a chessboard-like Illusion, a row of cards, and some other scattered information.
It looked a bit like Wizard's Chess. Bane didn't like games like that. They were too mentally taxing, and if there was even a slight skill gap, victory was impossible. Not exciting at all.
He quickly found the source of the sound: a girl's board, which had a full six Dwarves on it.
'Good taste.'
