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Enticed by all the invitations, Tancred - his sword in tow - wanders over to the great Mooting Table at the centre of the bar. Donning a fetching dealer's cap and pausing only to prop Karnas up in a chair, Tancred begins shuffling his deck of blessed cards.
"Fantastic cards, these," says the Paladin. Onlookers see each card is a wafer-thin sliver of crystal, inset with coloured pieces of glass to create the picture upon the card - a dragon, a king, a mage and so on. Asides that, the suits are the same; and, naturally, each card isn't transparent. "Got them down some old Dwarf hold; third secret door on the right, just past the dragon and those ogreling things. Remember, Karnas?"
"I remember the dragon. We ran away, didn't we?"
"I like to think of it as a tactical withdrawl."
"It's been two years..."
"And we've been tactically withdrawing all the time. Now, what's the game folks?"
Tancred waits for a reply while absent-mindedly chewing on some fried sqvid.
[This message has been edited by Tancred (edited 06-21-2001).]
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