A Favour for a Favour, a Drunks Edition

Garryn had been thinking a lot lately about his situation, and about the fact that he felt there were plenty of candidates that were better suited to his role than he was. Stepping away from it all wasn’t going to be an easy decision though, as his father’s memory and what he would think haunted Garryn.

Sometimes I wonder, how easily things could have been different. What if Harrowmont had become King instead of my father, or fuck, what if my father hadn’t betrayed his older siblings. Who would I be then…. His voice trailed off, but as Aoife brought up cards, his demeanour shifted.

Garryn's eyes followed as Aoife pulled out the deck of cards. He let out a soft laugh, the tension easing from his shoulders. I may not stand a chance against the reigning champion, but why not? A game sounds like just the distraction I need.

@Aoife Hawke