A Favour for a Favour, a Drunks Edition

Aoife snickered a little, the drink still giving her that buzz. These are questions, that will never have answers and no amount of spinning them around will change that. Hands began cutting the deck and shuffling. What would have happened if I hadn’t met a swamp witch that rescued me and my family? Would Kirkwall have been spared, or just exploded far faster? The only thing we can earn from the past is how to better prepare our future.

She began dealing, offering him a glance and chuckling, We can call the bets our tab for next time, I won’t be kicking a man while he’s down. I’ve already won my gold, no sense taking a friend’s too. Dealing out a third hand just for rules sake, Leaf sank back in her chair, cards spread like a fan in front of her.

What’s the one thing stopping you doing the thing you want to do? Eyes on her cards, she tossed the question out there. She deliberately left the question broad, vague of prying detail to give him ample scope to answer. You had to have a problem to worry about if you were agonising this much and it seemed judging by his ‘what if’s’ they were pressing ones..