[centre][b]West Watch Tower[/b]
Draza[/centre]
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Her fingers nimble on the strings, she looked upon the perched girl and her childish voice and threatening authority. An illusion, a trick, to beguile the mind she was, but the game was one that Draza could play. Her time with royals was a learned one for her, and she figured herself suitably capable at the game. But alas, would not the nefarious masterminds of such a threat cheat? No. For if they were to cheat and lie about their terms, then there would be no good coming from doing naught for their would simply go through with the threats if they were capable, and capable they were, regardless. No harm could come from trying, and if it is rigged, the result would be the same had no attempt be made.

The song had changed and with game proposed, Draza sung again in response, “Hail, friend, lass oft nice, thy challenge I say. Tis their life our price, if we nea say yea? Verily, accept, ye game of king’s chess. Grammarcy except, to cheat is ne’r bless.”

She swung her lute back around behind her again, and stood with as much boldness as one her size could muster, “Do the challenged have the honour of choosing the location of the game, or who plays first?” She was confident, she thought maybe she could, if not win the game in fair play against the apparent girl, could talk her into foregoing the match for a more reasonable mutually beneficial outcome. Perhaps even befriend her. There are few people too far gone to be brought around to the right and proper side, or so Draza believed.